Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?
In the evening, I sat out, well beyond 8:58
The front porch shadows shielded me
That I might pretend
My bedtime hadn’t come and gone
The smile in my telephone-voice wasn’t masking a mom’s tortured heart
Acceptance would come and those few miles away, would prove okay, someday
Hood ornaments on passing trucks did in no way devastate
This wasn’t the calm before the storm
The temperature wouldn’t dare drop, degree by degree, with each sip of my sleepy-time tea
The gardens weren’t soon going to hell
My choice to survive hadn’t offended my God
Tomorrow, no one would know
To the squirrel who pilfered
To the rabbit who skulked
I stand by my poison pen
Gone be the peaches I nurtured since spring
Struck down, the sweat-sown echinacea
The day-long and long night, again and again
The witnesses to the crimes against friend
But rather than hate, abate, terminate
I give gratitudinous nod
To berry, bean, basil
And rose
See, me and my pen
Befriend, overcome
Thus, conquering peskiest pests
The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew
Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided
Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark
Sugar, speak
Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing
You know they know you
They’ll believe you
Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them
And laughter, then silence
Finally
Look for me
Here
Speak
Bring us back to life
In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced
Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key
Morningtime
Eyes afresh
Gloominess
Gone away
Rise and shine
Sing with me
Happy days
Here again
This eye in the sky watching
Always cheering
Chasing
Some beauty it never plans to catch
Smiles, therefore
Without any hesitancy and evidence
Of braces or trammels of old
You’ll see
