Giv’n The Universe
There seems more to us than this
Maybe this is that
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
As a Director:
Action! For words in This realm
Are not currency￼￼￼￼
I take my leave from those who gaze, idly
Or avert their eyes, altogether
Onward, Ho! To teach!
To share air — and indeed, to breathe!
For I can only learn and grow
Alongside those who will take their turn
Do their worst, and make such noise
To right the wrongs with waves of change
As the Goodness Ocean must
Good God — that snowflake!
There upon her eyelashes
I must kiss it off….
My condolences in advance
When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you
When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
Maybe messy, but as a firework
To a soul-less soul
One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay
Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight
Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed
Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem
I see clearly now
These clouds are what they will be
And I am ageless