Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Dance

 Dance #1


She for one does not fall in love

She only falls in his arms

And he lifts her up

Every time.

She waits for him 

To fall in her arms 

ready to lift him up

Every time.

They dance

And flow in each others’ arms

Shaping each other

In the best shape 

They can imagine

While the music plays

The tunes of their days

They rise 

Patiently stepping over nights

Towards fresher tomorrows

The ballad of pointless prayers



They put their energy into this dance

To the tune of pointless prayers

Asking to see those

Buried into the past

Calling melancholically

Upon memories 

that have lost

Their way back .

The tune is happy

Though unbelievable .

Voicing their longing 

Giving words to hopeless hope

Not losing the power to imagine

Alternate futures sustains them

To go through with this dance

With light in their eyes

Blessing

May you never lose the wondering spirit,
And the courage to wander
In and out of your comfort space;
The curiosity to see what lies behind 
The bravery to go explore through 
tiny windows showing the promise of light.
May you breath in invigorating cool air
And breath out warmth through each pore.
May you carry your body and soul swiftly
towards the future you want to inhabit, 
hand in hand, you and your friend.

Gift

I give you a mountain of peace

But you may need to climb to sit on the peak

I give you a magic wand radiating joy

But you have to learn and create it each day

I give you fresh air to energize you 

But you have to breath it

I give you a brain but you have to feed it

I give you a body but you have to work it

I give you hands to hold other hands,

To make gifts and keep giving. 

Sunday, August 01, 2021

Green

Green, gray, blue and white
shine the changing colors of the midday sea
cycling with waves 
under and over me
i tumble and roll , i try to come on top
the sea comes back
to toy with me
there is no way i can resist
the force and the persistence
overwhelm me
and i am ready to get out and go
keeping some tiny sparks of hope
I will be welcome to return tomorrow
and then she changes mind
and kisses with her gentle foam
depositing white laces to my feet
she makes the babies playing on the shore
giggle at their superpowers
 to  find water under sand,
she feeds the skinny pipers 
that depend on her
for their survival

she makes me wonder if beyond her pride
she might repent for her mistakes
but no, she will not admit
instead she gives me one more push 
that sits me firmly on the sand
why  did i ever think
she might repent
have i not learned that in her glory 
she is the reigning queen of waves and sand
and master crafter of eternal stories