Thursday, February 14, 2013

Love poem #1 (although there have been others)

The pink and purple bled through the clouds this morning
color wicking on every strand of vapor melting across the sky
and I knew it
inside of that moment

but I also knew it
that night in our youth
when minutes stretched far and wide
and you reached through fear and longing
to hang your heart on a hook
that bore your name

that time when heaven cracked open
and rained grace and fairies
on the both of us below

but then again
it happened just a week or so ago
You and me
gazing past the present reflected in our eyes
for a moment, seeing a future
that made us cling wildly
to the rock
that we had become

it is every day
all gathered up
one by one

and in one
I know it

my whole life long

Monday, February 11, 2013

To Come With Hands Free

It is early morning and the pale winter sun is trying to press through the clouds. We are all caught between the darkness of sleep and the glimmering of morning and so we yawn long and wide. I sit on the couch in the spot left warm by the disobedient dog and my youngest son comes to me. Standing before me he takes my face in his hands and cups my cheeks with his lengthening fingers. His smile broadens and the corners drip love. His eyes search my face and he studies the stories that are hidden deep.
There is only this moment, it seems.
I look in the corners of his eyes for some hint, some cosmic knowing that will reassure me, that what we are facing will not break us or undo that which we’ve spent years in the making. Oh, how everything can change in the mere tick of a clock and how loud the silence can be. That split in time, when all is suspended and we’re incapable of darting quickly this way or that, it is then that we are made, I believe. I look at him again, anxious and hopeful, and I see his eyes have crinkled and his head is tossed back and he is laughing. Laughing!
And there is only this moment, it seems.
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Thursday, February 7, 2013


“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” 
-Roald Dahl

There is magic stirring in the deep places
while sweaty heads sleep
and grown brows furrow

In a twinkling
up is turned down
in is flipped out

And love spills warm and gentle
into the cracks
hewn from worry

For this magic
that is unseen
It has a force
all its own

And no manner of flailing
or gnashing of teeth
No turning away
or arms crossed defiant

Can turn it away
or disfigure its
joy tinged face
with angst and vexing

No, it has come
this magic

And all we must ever do
is hear the whisper
from down deep
that says

I believe.

Friday, February 1, 2013

On love

There's a part of me that wants to tire of all this 
the not knowing, the taut glances, the silent fear
For I didn't envision
a gaping chasm between hearts
when I grabbed your hand late that night
Then, all I saw was the light from your eyes
And my youth mistook it for
the end of darkness
How could I have known
that the dancing flames 
lighting our long path
would cast shadows 
long and deep? 
I didn't think about the days when
one of us would be in front
slicing the tall grass with dull blade
while the other followed, crunching seed heads.
Nor could I have imagined the circles
our feet would trace
to avoid the center line
But the truth remains
You push me past the usual loving
And I would have never been content
in the knowing of that
in the beginning

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