I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see
That’s my gift to you
Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive
That’s your gift to me
Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration
The waning light
Bleeding, bruised
Yet, on fire for me
Like Lot’s wife
I looked
But found mercy, found grace
Having fled the chaos
Found a late rainbow
There
I speak for the masses
The sides of me inside of me
The arrested phases that do not know how to grow
The girl who grew, too tall too soon
Somewhere in there, a woman walks
Head held high, chin and forehead gently jutted
To the sun, she says
And she does
She does love
To do, to be
She questions me
To lead in love
That gives me pause
First steals my breath, then intuits me to question her back
What of the times you sought to love, to befriend
To be a friend, although in need?
They knew nothing of love!
Friendship foreign to them, they offered an attack
An inevitable abandonment
This is life, and you cannot opt out
You cannot, too, jump ship
You cannot not love, friend
She says to me
She strides onward
To the sun
Good traveler
Good traveler
Companion
Brother
Friend
Only you could reason with the voice inside my head
When your crazed dog turned on me
I opened wide the door
As lesser lovers ran from you
I prayed and asked for more
And I miss you
Is that alright?
I miss the man I made
I want you back
Your reckless words
Our talks sustained my Days
50 unfamiliar women, I was
A dozen different lifetimes, I lived
Shapeshifting to please
I tried
Never did we lock eyes
Despite my howl from the depths
My grasping to create
Some connection
I, the only one
Vaporized
Grieving, mourning who we’d be
I keep reaching out to air -the nothingness there
I keep pressing harder, and liking it
With tears brimming in my eyes, and, whatever hope looks like, in my heart
I keep thinking I’m not thinking small
I keep reading between the lines that were not there for me at all
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather
For this Earth
For its Underlings
I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs
I saw green, cold tears
Gladness!
There was little left to do
Open wide the window
Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!
Absorb the mistakes
Of these clumsy, working hands
Beautiful weekend
Gingerly
Silently
From a place of respect
From defeat
Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door
From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn
He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight
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