In Sight

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Searching one day
Inward to learn
To finally find
That I favored orange
And spice
And softness after all

Overnight -treasure!
To outward know
I’ll still seek
Through the seeming black
For not cinnamon
For clove perhaps

Princess Cut

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A sister served to remind 
That I tell you 
Here

In the fall, I lost my ring
But not my promise 
And I wait

I was gardening
Hands, feet and brow covered in dirt
In beautiful dirt

Making things pretty
So it’s okay
What else is there to tell

Oh 
Yes
There is such difficulty in this

If there are choices 
I’d say I’ve chosen
To not see, that I’d not know

So many else forget
Protect your eyes
Your skin, your perceptions

Keep clean from consensual dirt
This is that 
Promise

Colonial 

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A moment of balance
In muslin white and waiting for them
On the outside looking in
But content

It’s an odd hour

What have you to do anyway
Return home, to the heat
Don comfortable clothes
And be with the telly and takeout 

Blue-Grey Tee

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You didn’t mind and I didn’t matter
I’d be your sounding board in exchange
For stolen glances at God’s handiwork
How you cared to steward His chiselings 
I studied in the moment of the dream
All

The whole time, damned to awaken
But I, glad for the dream 
Said I love you
Sang a song 
And at once
Arose 

Map Dot

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I live
On a little vintage street 
In a little sunny home
With a little strapping kid
Where the biggest courage looms 
For the biggest of ideals
At the biggest point in time
I live