Monday, May 29, 2017

Anchor

wild to remain

when i enter your garden
i pass through no gate
simply onward the trail 
to your highest peak 
i have never known a way like yours 
and you have never known a wandering like mine 
still i welcome your curves 
and you invite my pace 
we are lovers to the unmapped path
our forward takes 

you are the brightest sun 
you are the clearest sky
you are the piercing heat i feel inside 
you are the stone and dirt beneath my feet 
you are the pattern of the butterfly
you are as many colors as the wildflowers 
you are the ones i had yet to see
you are the fragrance of lupine 
you are the shapes and lines in the leaves
you are the strong wind that blows through the branches of the palm trees
you are the sharpness of the needle grass
you are the cactus thorn 
you are the blood that pours 
you are the smile that forms 
you are the knowing that wounds heal 
you are the cry the coyote sings 
your are the hummingbird's wings
you are the lizard that hurries on 
you are the highest note of the sparrows song
you are the coolest breeze 
you are the view from the mountain 
you are the slow decent
you are the softly content
you are homeward 

when i depart from your garden
i steal not a single flower
still your sun
has burnt all of me that i made bare
still your thorn 
stings to the touch
still your song 
is known to my tongue 
still your scars 
are now mine to call home 
so you 
untethered for the on and on 
untamed for always
you are free to grow 
and wild to remain

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

to be

music on music 
books on books
plenty to keep 
my mind distracted 
from 
all the songs i should be hearing 
all the words i should be reading 
plays on plays 
wants on wants 
more than enough 
to keep my hands 
and thoughts  
too busy 
to simply do 
the things 
i say 
i simply want to do
now 
the time has come 
to end the consumerism  
to cease the hustle 
for something new
so 
find me a quiet corner 
pull up a chair
keep me afternoon 
come sit with me 
stay a while
share
all the stories that
i have been waiting to hear 
i have everything i want 
and all i could need 
now 
the time has come  
to be still 
the time has come 
to be 

Thursday, May 11, 2017

dear chicago

dear chicago 
swallow me 
from frank lloyd wright
to lake michigan 
i only want your 
absolutely everything, and 
all your in betweens
with your outstretched arms 
like my skyscrapers, i am
reaching for the fringes of your grey skies
my collar
turned up to your wind 
my feet 
dancing to the beat of the rain against the windows of our eyes,
my eyes
still looking for your every so faintly sunshine
dear chicago
swallow me 
from then
til tonight
and all your in betweens
i only want your 
absolutely everything