“I am traveling
through the fires of hell
to God’s right hand,”
said Dan.
I knew little of his journey, but
one time he told me,
“Dad would
knock us upside the head,
beat the shit out of us.”
Then Dan joined the army.
I do not know more of his passage,
how Charon ferried him across
and how he bribed his way out
pass Cerebus’ three heads.
But
here and now,
we are
in this church of light,
learning to sit
and stand
and move in space,
learning to hear
and see
and touch
all over
again.
Cradled in my lover’s embrace,
I dreamt of a world.
Verdant earth, azure sky,
sun warming the gentle breeze,
children shouting with joy.
3/25/2015
Sun is dying in the western sky
leaving glints of shimmering yellow
on ocean’s indigo waves.
I shiver
with death and beauty.
the black god rises
in the swell of ocean waves
looks for his golden target
reaches out
caresses
verdant grasses
curls back his tongue
hunting
crossing bridge
winter branches
floating mist
wipers
rhythm
drum
under florescent lights
thoughts cease
fold themselves
into paper airplanes
flown by
careless children
then
forgotten
12/2/2014
above the knoll
of weapons
pale full moon
strangled gently
glass icicles
dangling
welcome cold
1
this book of love notes
lies next to our shopping list,
plans for meals,
to be placed on the lips
and savored.
2
circle of sun
warmth
of your embrace
perfect grace
3
Thanks for that middle-of-the-day phone call.
i hear your voice and instantly rejoice.
It is a balm in grey sky winter,
a holiday seaside calm.
4
as light fades
darkened by clouds and time
i wait
while cooking
while reading
for the click of your key
to unlock home
5
I whisper your name
in prayer
in supplication
to sooth
At night
I curl my arm around
your smooth flank
contour my body along yours
I whisper your name
a lullaby
6
curve of your body against mine
tells a complicated calculus of comfort
eclipse of day worries and heaven’s delights
Now comes the princess, fair and fine
Playing near pond fringed with grasses
Saying, “Watch this ball that is mine.”
I watch her as she passes.
The golden ball fallen in pond is my chance
It bounces, drops down muddy bottom stuck in the water
On my lily pad, I jump and do a waltz and dance
It is my own girl, I have waited for her.
“Come on back, come on back, take me with you.”
She hastens away, skirts flying behind, laughing in delight
I jump from the pond, leaping my green frog body fro and to
My princess when she hears me, exclaims in fright,
“Oh father, oh father, I know not this frog.”
I say, “My fair lady, you promised!” The king
proclaims sternly, “A promise is kept, even one from a bog.”
I ate from her plate, but she flung me away from her pillow. I went ping!
My request for the pillow denied
As princess and prince now we will abide.
gaia mouse 