Brothers felling brothers
As if to equalize
Sisters slaying sisters
With words and wand’ring eyes

The pie is plenty large enough
To overflow our cups
Shall we see beyond our fears
And lift each other up?

When at full-throttle
thoughts race, then I’ll see your voice:
Be Still…Breathe…Love More

I’ll need worker hands
Muddied by long holding fast
Hands that look like yours

There was talk
Not only a dream
Of wholes and not percentages
Alls, not parts
Show it again, again
As I lie
Back exposed
Tell me each time
As I dream
Heart wandering

So touched by you were
Nature’s creatures and forces,
They had to touch back

I’m just here. Loving.
Certain and present and true.
No might, was. No could.

It’s Saturday, and
snow that so loves to fall slow
loves how I’m just here.

Each and every Day
Your far away eyes -mirrors
I see myself in

Santa Sugar. Come,
let me serve you some tea. I
don’t mean on the phone.

Santa Sugar. Bring
no presents, just your presence.
It’s all I’ll ask for.

Santa Sugar. Please
do bring just one thing. A box
filled with smiling sox.