November 18, 2014 § 8 Comments
Stretching rays of
Unobscured radiance, reaching
North, east, west, pulling
Stolid eyes in with its force, reaching
Even the most impassive,
Touching them with light.
July 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
When you hear that Canary’s melodic song
and have a sudden urge to sing right along,
do you ever wonder if your whistled reply
is heard by that bird simply flying by?
Does he hear your innocuous far off hum,
and wonder if you’re speaking in some foreign tongue?
Or maybe he simply assumes your distant call
came from a bird with a twangy southern drawl.
But what if your nonchalant whistled song,
was the response he’s been waiting for all along?
What if your call out into the sky above,
was actually a proclamation of true bird love?
That Canary hears your tune and he knows this is real–
this bird may sing off-key, but has so much zeal!
He answers eagerly and without any delay
but you unknowingly just continue to go about your own day.
Completely unaware you’ve just led this bird on,
you keep planting your flowers and mowing your lawn.
And after singing for hours, the bird gives it a rest
and sighs and goes home to his lonely bird nest.
Maybe he’ll move on and find his song once more
and never wonder again about that strange whistle of lore,
but then again, maybe, he’ll keep singing day and night
still searching for that bird who was the love of his life.
So next time you have an urge to sing back a reply
to bond with that innocent bird simply flying by,
consider the repercussions of whistling a song even sweeter
and instead perhaps opt to just buy a bird feeder.
June 20, 2014 § 2 Comments
beneath a star glazed sky
despite the purpose
in spite of cold currents
and cards, face down
we searched for storms
and found that stars
were brighter, when lighting
up our hands
by the gravitational pull
of our perfect pause
our storm was patient
and it was everything
June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
like a train
north to south
south to north
June 17, 2014 § 4 Comments
i often wonder
about stars in the sky
and i wonder
if you do the same
what a lovely thought
two heads in the air
from where they both came
May 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
sans a creek
that gives way
to bare feet
from the past
that no one
May 16, 2014 § 3 Comments
Hold the earth reverent
in the palm of your hand,
for without its surface
legs could not stand
Bury its darkness
and inevitable plight,
for its surface only gives
without any respite
Such is our great vale
a giver of accord,
of which we never truly realize
til the last of it is poured