The city

The middle of the city does not lend itself to much quiet contemplation.
Manufactured waterfalls do little to satiate one's natural desire for nature.
But I look to the sky and I see the clouds in wisps and billows, and if I look high enough I can imagine I'm lying on a grassy hill far above this urban scene.

Focus carefully, then, on the clouds
and the chlorinated fountain begins to smell like lilacs;
the engines like a campfire;
the car alarms sound like birds;
the wind is always wind.

Suddenly, secretly, I am free.
The secret to freedom is not where you find yourself, but where your mind can go.

Nothing New

I wish I could sing
My own song for my king
That he’s never heard
But he’s heard it all
His voice it beckons me,
“Sing, Sing, oh Little One.”
I have nothing new.

Anything that I could say
Has already been said
By prophets of poets
or princes or thieves.
Why do you need me?

I wish I could use
My own words to amuse you
Like you’ve never heard
But you’ve heard it all
Your voice still beckons me,
“Sing, sing, Child anyway.”
I have nothing new.

Anything that I could say
Has already been said
By prophets of poets
or princes or thieves.
Why do you need me?

Why me?

Walking Blind

What an adventure
to live a life of trust.

Wilderness mazes
deliberate meandering

As if the better route
were the jaggedest line.

What an adventure
to live a life of trust.

A Sonnet

Talk not of lovers, I have had my fill

of silly boys and escorted misses

who cannot see a thing outside their will,

‘mid evening lights, exchanging their kisses.

Their eyes are focused on none but the one

beside them sitting here in this café.

The servers must tell them, “Time to go home.

Let us please sleep to be ready next day.”

The single lover holds her affections

in outstretched hands, a poor, inverse beggar

she seeks to give, despite all rejections,

to the nearest passing lovelorn lover.

The world waits not for fantastic wishes,

I would just like some help with the dishes.

Love At The Breaking Point 2-23-04

Come my Love, sleep in my arms

Come my Love rest in my embrace

Let me take that weight from your back

This burden is too much for you

Come my Love, you need to rest

Come my Love, I have what you need

I cannot bear to see you like this 

You must be renewed; let me renew you

Come my Love, you can start again

Come my Love, you know where I am

I have a new load for you to bear

It is no lighter--you are stronger

Come my Love, begin with rest

Come my Love, there is work to do

You are able to take this gift

Now my might is your endurance

Come my Love, Come my Love