Some Morning

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In advance of the rooster’s dutiful proclamation
And the bitter coffee’s been brewed just for me
Joy!
Even before the Sun slinks forth to perform my favorite dance
I’ve been wrapped ’round and awakened
Some morning

It’s Late

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Been pressing buttons
Panic
Pleasure
Pain
And otherwise
With abandon
Without permission

I should have asked
What scares you
Where do I end and you begin
How much can you take
Shall I press on

Trust Your Breath?

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Lie down on your belly
Face hovering over the wet, cold mud
Tell your tales of undying devotion
When I wipe clean your face with my own, let’s see what I see

If I believe you
I will invite you
Breathe In (Will you)
Breathe Out (let me) 
Breathe In (take you)
Breathe Out (to the) 
Breathe In (places)
Breathe Out (you must)
Breathe In (go?)
Breathe Out (Say yes.)

Oh My Tree

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I know all the places that I want my feet to roam

To start with, I bow down at the tall Tree that I call Home

My eyes intoxicated by each knot where I fall short

I think my tree’d endulge me a slow swing and a high fort

I’ll want no fancy curtains and no spark’ling countertops

In this fort all I’d wish for are our books and the treetops

And please, two chairs, two cups and tea in case I receive guests

Then one last thing, a strong table where roaming feet should rest

My Fins Feel Fine

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You should see me.
Soft, hard.
Curved, chiseled.
Synchronized swimming in hope.

If the last time around today, you said “I’ve loved you,” forgive that I did not hear the splash of you landing next to me. 
I apologize for the poison in my ears and beg your pardon for the lead in my lungs.

These days are funny to me.
As I learn how to float, I mimic the small frys and water bugs frolicking around me. 

These days are strange to me.
As I strengthen my kick, I feel the distant hands of Some Kind Of Sea Creature softly holding my back.

My fins feel fine and you should see me.

Believe

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I admit it
I did it 
And I’ll do it again
Again and again 
I’ll do it again

I smiled and I dreamed and I lowered my eyes
My brunette heart told my head pretty lies

The sun fled West and the moon floated high
I knelt to the floor and I breathed to the sky

I must never do this ever again
I know that I will
It’s a matter of when

Not Next Door

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I’d counsel, be careful
The company you keep
That girl she slays demons at night in her sleep

She’s a penchant for grey
A dangerous name
A seemingly endless desire for rain

She entertains delusion
And at dinner debates 
Whether Biblical prophets had talents as great as the You here before me

Use caution, I say
If you seek out that girl as the light to your day

Magic Moves Through Me

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The Star in the sky and its sitar string song
Shimmers and sings to me all the day long

The morning sees bent notes encircle my mind
By mid-day the rhythm has stretched down my spine

Come midnight the music meets me face to face
Pulls me in closer, then wraps ’round my waist

my hand on it’s knee

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I stare hard with wonder  
Smiling back
At the long, blue road before me 

How it’s casual, easy grade belies 
Hard-won, Historic Route status Potholes, and unforeseen detours 

And I think to myself
Do I tip-toe whimsically
Drive with all deliberate speed
Or close my eyes and fly on eagle wings

Where will this road take me
Who does it think it is
And what color snacks should I pack for the journey