Future Selves

Strung, as crystalline beads
On a fine gold thread
Our days
One by one together
We charted a more kind pattern
Planned

Colors, something beautiful
All our own
To be complete
Tied with an unbreakable knot
This time
Worn boldly and proud

But for the masked marauder
Disguised as difficult conversation
Arriving in broad daylight
Ripping this treasure from us
A new family heirloom
We’d have created

Yes Goddesses

With prophetic vision
All the women
In the family
Mothers and daughters
Cousins and nieces
With pets present
Met in unison
Tethered their souls
Gathered their wisdom
Shared bad meals
Cried then laughed
Rolled up sleeves
Studied the data
Examined their hearts
Consulted with God
Exhaled a “Yes”
Cleaned the mess
Moved some mountains
Saved the world
Then slept soundly

Torqued

I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia

I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags

I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on

Certain of November

Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough

Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious

Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more

Repair

You’re not the tea type, to me. Ancient you aren’t.

You think you are. But I think you’re raspberry hot chocolate.

Take this endless cup. With my reckless invitation.

Delve. Repair into the wild, earthen past and the rich insanity ahead.

We, hot chocolates in hand, casting our cares. Setting a spell.

Haven

Were I wearing my worldly cloak
I’d doubt
Tenderness
His eyes toward her
Her defense to accept
I’d doubt 
Humility
He’d decide just then
She was worth fighting for
But it’s faith that enshrouds me
For I’ve seen their haven
I know their hope
Wherefore I lift open the predawn window
Fling out to the chorus of feathers 
What doubt

Corona Blue

Will you come back
Call my name one last time
With that Aegean smile in your voice
Comfort me with your bewilderment
Remind me I’m smart
Let me sneak into your shoes
And pour myself onto you
Will you come back