Statistics

We warn our feet

Qualify our wishes with caution

Prove it up

Before the soul be set free to live

When none comes

When all the alarms go unheeded, convictions disregarded and we rule on the side of hope-drenched faith

Because what are we if we refuse to have faith! 

We wonder back

At the how of it all

Through the bars of imprisonment that corral our wild hearts

While our fears run free

Stroke After Stroke

Sometime just sit and brush your hair

And stare

Off at nowhere

From the cool shadows or brightest sunlight 

Stroke after slow stroke, comb through the thoughts

Causing wonder or stress or no care at all

There. Calm yourself 

Heal yourself

Lay your soul bare

Flowers

My prayer, my sisters 

Protection regardless of our own plans
Our story’s not finished yet

May eyes filled with light
Hook and tether our hearts 
And we will see who we are 

Mine

I will always never
Need to be asked

You 
Wondering eyes
Serene skin
Soul on-point
Down-to-earth
Convicted of glory
Lovin’ the truth
Knows-who-I-am
Earnest genius
Preacher boy
Stoic sovereigness

Need to be asked
To invest in you

Half New

I saw me at midcentury
Wearing race car red
Was I alone
I do not know
A swing in my shortish skirt
A flip to my hair 
And sparkly Mediterranean eyes

Who’d dare trudge down,
Head first
With me
To the mystical waters
Just for a blessing 
Some rocks
And sandy feet

Someday Sunday

Northbound perhaps?
With the cold for your friend
Would that you’d walk
To the end of the Earth
And fall straight-away 
For all that you’ve cost your heart 
With the wrong kind of noise
Then the most silent voice 
Could continue in peace 
To champion somebody else