The Fates
Why did you act like water and feel like hands
And I, born thirsty with never a progenitor to touch me
Why did I, the reluctant saint, concede nonetheless to True North’s tug
And you, the only lesser god ever worth worshipping
Giver
I praise you, God, and with warmed feet, proceed….
My lean-to, you are, so that I may Stand.
You make me in constant good company.
Amen.
Tunnel Visions
You are the wrong kind of torque
An un-fun velocity
A ballsy, bitter ride
In an ego-driven coupe
I’d prayed to survive
I am the wanted-to-walk
An emotional dallier
A noticing, freak-of-nature
In a too-long skirt length
You’d failed to ally
Inside
I’ve not found a whimsy
Riding on The Wind
As the snowflake
Who knows The Direction
So stays the course
And I cannot go outside
Signal Mountain Road
Make your way, you, into my night-thoughts, bandying about
Thrashing within my yesterdays, my tonights
An eternal terrorist, it would seem, with no new tactics
Age old, you’re old, I’m getting old and have had enough
I will tell you this, though you will not hear: I am more
More than this, more than us, more than you can handle
The proof is how it took forever for you and that you’re still trying
I’m still here, greater than any sum -look how you are less
Stand-alone: A Haiku
Define the word “with”
Look it up and write it down
You were never that
Perpetuity
Theater of the absurd
You, an understudy into perpetuity, and not a soul who will say why
Though they know
Sworn to silence by some darkness, by some angel
Enter they, the arena, to take their places, their cues
Applaud, then heckle, then leave without a fight, or even debate
To Walk
I come close to your heart and for me it beats in The Rhythm that eases the doubt that vies for room in mine and what becomes clear but God, who is not at all the tiny god we create to suit our short-sighted purposes and to please our mind’s eye, but instead Who emerges is God who created my heart and your heart, matched them together for glory and gave us a purpose eternal and we enjoy this.
Steel City
I remember Chicago
Who told me the pitch of my forehead to the plane of my feet was quite perfect
I, out of all the millions
You told me, was steel more strong than the skyscrapers I surrounded myself with
I believed and became
For I trusted you, and still do -you’d seen it all, and overcame, too
