If ever
I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled
It wasn’t moments ago
The heat
The lack of regret
The slightest light filtering in
As I held then heralded my breath
It was months ago
I’d wished
If ever
If ever
I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled
It wasn’t moments ago
The heat
The lack of regret
The slightest light filtering in
As I held then heralded my breath
It was months ago
I’d wished
If ever
It once was
We asked
It now seems
We Act
As Friends
As voyeurs
As judges
As would-be teachers and angels
Without wondering whether
We know
Or know not
May Monday
Look Like
Only One
Small Smile
After Another
Once our little brother
No compass to steer him other
Down the wide road he crept
Us, near and far
Though taught all we are
The water was warm, so we slept
Now dare we shout
As brother calls us out
Fathers’ ideals off-track
Family, know our slumber
Purposed his opportune plunder
Are we willing to admit we’re coal black
How is this for Hope
We’ll reign-in brother’s rope
As he sees us brave cold truth
What kind of kisses do you crave
I think I’ll ask, to catch you off-guard
To settle myself
And make your thoughts soar
From that dark desk
To somewhere you’d rather be
Once irritated, but glad now how you gave nod to my request
For this interview
Yet what has that to do, you’ll think, with paper or policy-making
Nothing and everything, you know I know
As if I’ve read your thoughts
There’s no harm in breakfast before work
Tree
As pleasing to my ear
How when thou bids me
Should I cast mine eyes to onto thee
When the fruit borne there
As poison to my sinew
Tree
She a girl
Who understood a heart
Who served her Master
Who trembled in fear
Who on her knees
Pondered
Treasured
Acquiesced
Became
Blessed
Dear Mister
My man
As I draft the morrow’s lesson plan
Will you allow me
To stand
At the sink
Wishing not to let them sink
A grapefruit breakfast in my hand
Juice and seeds dripping
Will you be thankful
To stand
At the ready
Wishing not to leave me there
A lone wolf come dinner time
Howls and echoes looming
Dear Mister
My man
As you make your lifelong plan
My daddy said,
“Girl, you’ll catch more flies with sugar than vinegar.”
I took it as gold.
Here I am pushin’ fifty and it’s only now I see.
Flies? My sugar? Hell no.
Let go
The keys you think you have
The leash you think they have
Let go
Out there
Is freedom-swirled new air
Is glory -you’re its heir
Out there