Sugarsnow (2/16/06)

I sat down with a blank piece of paper
In a blank book
And began to write.

And somewhere, amongst the
Thoughts and images,
I began to float away.
Amid the hopeful notes of the piano
And the current of the violins,
I flew.

Swept away by newness,
Pulling hope from hope,
Pouring wine from water
And drinking deep until
I couldn’t hold any more happiness.

And when the time was over,
When I had drifted down
And finished the last sentence,
I didn’t weep for flight long-past.
I laughed with a smile, because
The piano and violins
Continued to play on
In my heart.

Ebb (2/11/06)

One way or the other,
Tears must leave.

Walking ebbs away sorrow.
No matter how slowly,
It drains out, returning
Grief to mother earth,
Nourishing tired ground.

Sitting and thinking,
Walking circles in my head,
Will push tears out of my eyes
In a wave,
A childish rainstorm.


Tides come and go,
Seasons pass,
Snow melts and tress sprout.
Water flows into the ground.

I love you now,
And I will love you while I walk,
While I think,
While I cry.

I know.
Shh...I know.

Summer (2/3/06)

The bank of the river of emotion
Is beautiful.
Friendly noon sun warming
Pale stones under my bare feet,
With yellow birches and
Dark evergreens whispering
While the river murmurs a song.

I want to jump in;
See how deep my river is,
Then let the current carry me
Until we meet as tributaries
And blend together.

Wait (1/29/06)

Wait.
Wait for the inspiration,
Wait for the words
To describe this,
Whatever it may be named.

This fresh breathlessness,
The new ring in my laughter,
The sparkle to the world,
These wings on my heart...

Sometimes I wonder if it’s too good to be true.

But then I’ll look over my shoulder
And see you,
Reflected in a mirror only we can see,
And I’ll know
That I’m not alone
After all.

Wait

Wait.
Wait for the inspiration,
Wait for the words
To describe this,
Whatever it may be named.

This fresh breathlessness,
The new ring in my laughter,
The sparkle to the world,
These wings on my heart...

Sometimes I wonder if it’s too good to be true.

But then I’ll look over my shoulder
And see you,
Reflected in a mirror only we can see,
And I’ll know
That I’m not alone
After all.

Summer

The bank of the river of emotion
Is beautiful.
Friendly noon sun warming
Pale stones under my bare feet,
With yellow birches and
Dark evergreens whispering
While the river murmurs a song.

I want to jump in;
See how deep my river is,
Then let the current carry me
Until we meet as tributaries
And blend together.

~

When you ask, “how are you?”
With a hug,
I will say “just tired,”
With a smile
Because I’m not in a bad mood
Anymore.