At The Door

You’re going to guide you to truth

Step now into the absolute 
With open eyes 
Fling far your wishbone
For what virtue
Demands you
Walk blind in the grey

Stutter-step and stiff-arm
Nay-say all you need
Wrestle with doubt and despair 
But befriend and deal kindly with time
There’s a lifespan to learn
And eternity to spend

Gut

These thoughts circle ’round
Not quite coming home until
More precisely
Rustled in 
By a dutiful cattle shepherd or the gravitational pull
Of intuition initially dismissed

But that dog in the dust 
He knew 
What I didn’t want to know, I knew
And that summer solstice 
Which is never late
Saw me bow to its truth

Honest Ruse

Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand

When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue

Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully

Finally At Last

I’d give much, save the sun
To watch what he’d have said -what he did say-
About all this
And where he looked when he said it.

What thoughts too, do the others share from the bottom of their dear hearts
-would you ever share them with me?

You. What about you?
Sit down, slap the ground and bid me come near.
What do you need me to know?