Andromeda

Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it

Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing

Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging

Tucker

Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes

Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott

Blackbird

I’ll never trust your eyes
Always flashing early, often
Happy speaking lies against a good, good heart

I trust the strangers
Never needing to have seen
Somehow know the truth of me

I trust the front-yard flowers, too
Sometimes August-blooming poppies
Just for me, in June instead

Supplicant

Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?