rise again
September 5, 2017 § Leave a comment
when the ocean falls
but rises like a bird dives
then rises as a carousel dips
and rises to the falling winds
which rise like a smile turns
and rises like the sun sets
but always, always rises.
syzygy
August 21, 2017 § 1 Comment
how beautiful, syzygy, suddenly interrupts
calls down to us, longingly, please, look up!
turn eyes skyward, widen narrow slits
blink away blurred vision, clouded with grit
a ball of fire, 400 times more grand
a small moonrock in orbit, like a grain of sand
and our home, still searching to someday be whole
filled with life, love, wanderers, and lonely souls
is it astronomical the three should align?
or a prophecy defined by expanses of time?
it’s the call from inky seas, wherein mysteries lie
it’s the only way we’re here, the pull from the sky
it spins us in circles as time passes and thus
we’re aligned in the orbit as they call, look at us!
we appear to be different, they might explain
the sun with an incredible pulse that sustains
and the moon, shining only with the sun’s selfless light
that gives without taking, yielding depth to the night
making peaceful patterns as we sleep and we wake
in diligent duty, it only gives, never takes
the moon, it guards us in constant orbit
an incredible beacon, a silhouetted portrait
dependably circling as we pull it near
its loyal light a guide our planet holds dear
and our earth, the one so incredibly full
with the only beautiful form of life that we know
we are one, pulled together by forces of grand
mysteries floating within our expansive land
a sky, so filled with amazing unknowns
can’t you see, please, look up! we’re not so alone
we’re different, yes, but so very the same
three lost rocks wandering in a darkened plane
we’re in this so deeply, with the expanses above,
safely held in orbit by the gravity of love
syzygy pleads, please, open your mind!
the sun, the moon, the earth, all beautifully aligned,
can’t you see? we’re here, with love and with light
a calling from nature when day becomes night
a moment of peace in chaos and hurt
a call from the universe to our beautiful earth
it’s incredible, it’s here, it’s not yours or mine
it’s ours, it’s love, please value all humankind
shouting anthems of beauty, the universe interrupts
it’s light, it’s love, it’s ours,
please… look up…
Sunset
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.
Sun
May 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
the way life shines
is in the simplicity
of the sun’s daily rising
A Coexistence
April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Does it ever strike you
as a sort of strange
and wonderful miracle,
that the number of hours
our world falls to darkness
only lit by distant rocks,
and the number of hours
our bodies fall into slumber
only stirred by dawn’s first light,
are the same? As if the world
and we, are purposefully in sync
with one another,
as if the sun’s light propels
our beating hearts,
while the moon’s glow guides
our most profound dreams.
Sky
February 24, 2014 § 4 Comments
no matter how many times
the world shakes
or how many snaps
my camera takes
or how many skies
the storm quakes
or how many formations
the wind makes
or how many oceans
gravity breaks
or how many patterns
the condensation snakes
or how many landscapes
the sun awakes
I will never cease to be amazed
by the beauty that a cloud creates
Sun
February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
how can we be
so enraptured
with screens filled
of artificial light
when there is a mass,
resplendent and chaotic,
as beautiful
sincere and all-consuming
as nothing we’ve ever
seen, right outside
our window,
lighting up
our life.
Sky
February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
paths of blue above
cloudy monuments shifting
change never ceases
Sunday Morning Kitchen
February 3, 2014 § Leave a comment
it’s a blinding light cast
across the wooden floor
sending a sky full of dancing dust
upward and spinning
it’s a cup of black warmth and steam
between my palms
with some cinnamon because
my dad always makes it that way
it’s a soft paper floating
from hand-to-hand
dancing around the table
so everyone can catch-up on the news
it’s the refrigerator’s gentle hum
a heated stove-top whistling
a gurgle from the dishwasher
a beautiful appliance symphony
it’s a proud glass window
with fingerprints illuminated
showing off the outside landscape
shining light on our eggs
Existence
January 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
Standing with your forehead facing west
your feet sinking slowly
into the watery sand
and your eyes trained on the brightest star
falling lazily from the sky
sinking slowly like your toes
into the shimmering mouth of the sea
that awaits hungrily below to swallow the day,
it’s at that moment, when the star seems to rest,
for just a bit, on horizon’s edge
and a line of light traces where the silky pool
meets the sky,
and earth’s edge,
perfectly curved and round, appears
and for a second
you remember
you’re standing on a planet
floating in a galaxy of rocks
among a vast confusion
of time and light
in a foreign universe of matter
dark and violent
enigmatic
and miraculous
and then you blink again,
and it’s nighttime
and you’re back on earth.
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