Very Priceless

To be
Worth every tortured tear
and ounce of pain
and crying out on fighting knees

With bare, grey, gutted heart
and sense of loss
-of deep, deep loss-
and certainty that there is hope

You
Even if
You aren’t
To be

Blondie

In the event they think they can

Or will or should or ought

You’ll look them straight into the eye

And bare shoulders long hard-fought

Hear
Calypso drummed
Children play
Wing beats
Water’s ripple
Hammocks swang
Dew cling
Sunshadows long
Togethery-ness
Happy

Lie here tenderly
And if the truth be revealed
I will tend to it

Precisely
What Heaven needs
To hear
Exactly
What Universe ought
To say
And we here
Earthbound
Commend them

Eyes framed with silver
Skin the color of honey
Sandals on his feet

The natural
Not phased and not afraid
To return again and again
From whence you came
With all Godspeed
As if you don’t mind the taste of dust at all

While you were over there
And I am being here
My eyes would be your prisoner

What deserves your faith?
Who daily offers their proof?
In that garden, sow.