Fingers

With your fingers 

You mindlessly rearrange my hair

And the colors of the rainbow

 Change order .

I can see clearly now 

The path and the flow.

And I let my mind follow

the hands of a clock

Round and round

Dawn to dusk.

Every day I have done

The same race

Ready to fall off 

 get up, brush off, and go;

Until you have come

To set milestones in my life

Centimeter by centimeter

Adding meaning each day.

I watch you growing taller, 

more loving, more curious,

And more independent

And now that you are ready

To fly your own flight

Run your own race

I hope the you find

Somebody to give you aim

And grow all the love

You can grow, like a garden

With beautiful flowers

And colors 

I wish you to find 

Joy in the fleeting moments

And use them To build 

solidly your eternity 

By all standards of measure 

And challenges

Arm yourself with laughter

And walk your path

Bright and light.

I say this to you

Wishing I can comb 

Your wild hairs

And rearrange

The world to make herself 

Better . Or it is on you.

Look

What are you looking for when you look at me

For I am your truthful mirror

I I can work for you 

From this wall looking you straight in the face

Look harder my friend 

And I hope most days you are looking for revelation

Rather than reassurance 

But if you seek this I can help you there too

For I have learned that there are so few of us that care

That you really will only seldom need it

Rather spend your time learning to stand up straight 

And judge fair, the things that matter 

I am here for you and all I can do

Is through back the image you are projecting on me

Echo your sounds and reflect your soul 

Until the magical day

The day I will welcome when you will declare 

you need me no more, And whether you break me or not 

I look forwards to seeing you so happy and large

As if you would have swallowed the moon.

Fear

I am not fearless 

I am a fugitive

Having crossed boundaries

In and out of your sight.

Finding the path 

Has not been easy for me

But when has it been

For anybody.

We are wanderers 

Comers and goers

Artist and doers

Haters and lovers ,

all wrapped 

In one package 

Like the one I have left

at the door.

The fear I have left outside

Like a wet cloak

When you invited me in

And now that we sit by the fire

Please pour me some wine

And a story to warm myself

Because I have been cold

With fever and fear for too long

Color

Would you let me know

If you only see in one color 

Or somebody can

Change your lights on occasion

Making you see that you can 

play multiple cards at one time.

And how does it look from your angle

This twilight

Consumed by its own distant fire,

Do you find it satisfying for your soul

at all?

Would you dare tell

what quenches you

As your gaze rests

With the monochromatic

Unique joker card

In your hand

Don’t rush with an answer.

Don’t blush

Or you may turn 

This gray city 

Into a garden

And we will all drawn

In it’s beauty.

Yellow

 The fire was rolling downhill

Over bright yellow bushes, flowers

And acacia trees

Have you noticed

The forest 

In spite of the dust and the smoke?

Flight and Flight

I am here to pay now

For when I was a woman

And used to read books

I must have drank your words

From the pages you wrote 

And painted  on them 

the sounds of your voice

Without declaring complicity.

You have handed me the book

Where I have found beautiful sketches

So I have bought it from you;

Without authorship rights

And yet wrote within it.

Without fully understanding what was meant

I melted and poured my soul

Like a mist to color its background 

I remember some words

Tasted like champagne 

And their bubbles

Gave me all the oxygen

I needed to rise in the air.

I have since learned to fly

And that if you cannot master the winds

You can at least ride them.

I am now free and at times

hover in circles 

Dancing with currents 

Above this dark lake 

You were harboring in your chest

As you were serving champagne

I have sharpened my sight

In my preparing to hunt

The only thing that is worth

Winning

And even though I am hungry

I need first to quench this thirst 

That burns from within

out and wide through the forest.

I often dive towards the lake

And at times all I manage to take

Is a sip of dark water

Then I push back and take it with me 

And brighten it up in the air

All in the open

Sun or cloud

Please tell me, have I been fair

In paying my debt and doing my work

For the sake of the forest

As the thirsty hawk and the small colibri 

Work together to ease the burden of fire 

 With water brought against current 

And gravity on willful winged winds

To our lake  from the sea.

Life

The long memory of the short lived romans

Casts its shadow upon us

Children of their hopeful future 

Walking on their immortal roads 

We ask today whether 

Killing each other with poisons

And daggers was worth it

A few  days of glory 

When one could have lived long enough

To greet grandchildren 

Rather than eat them

As monsters of time

Eat theirs again and again

the god descending

The god descended from his upper rank

floating on a cloud

his body like a rock

pressed hard by thought

the fingers of the sunrise goddess

Softened his trajectory into a dance

to made him land

first on a wave, and then on sand.

the sailors rescued him,

as he looked like a perfect piece of art,

And they build for him a marble pedestal 

And climbed him up right in the center of their town.

as people and years passed all marveled 

at the beauty of the statue god,

Just as he watched and learned from the mistakes,

 and the achievements of the old and young

After many springs had passed with rains,

 Followed by scorching summers,

after faltering with falls, and standing up to winters 

he had figured out their ways.

As he descended from the pedestal.

He softened his hard skin, he melted muscles,

learned to ache, and fueled by blood,

he walked his path as he was growing wisdom, 

and also growing old.

Along his path he bent to lift up children with his arms,

he hugged the youth pushing them gently forward,

he helped the elder carry on their loads

and at the end, since he turned a human, then he died.

As snow was melting from the odd pedestal,

dripping gently on the ground

a flower rose with shy white petals

announcing a new season starts.

And then the goddess picked him up,

with gracious fingers and restored him

to his godly  perfect form, so that the humans

that have had the chance to meet him

could write up his story, and their descendants

learning about it could look up 

and hope to meet their imperfect , loving god.

Loves

 Love me with cookies and love me with apple pies

With long walks in the forest and short rests

Love me with laughter and love me with pain 

For I want to share with you everything 

That comes or crosses our way.

Love me with music and if you dare

Love me with silences too.

Even when we are not on the same wave 

I know you and I are trying our best

And will get eventually there

As a pair

fall

tell me what is better

than seeing a child climb

up the apple tree

and the knowledge ladder

when fall comes

wrapped in the golden

light of september

Avoid

Do your best and try to avoid the big void

and if you meet one

Fill the gaps with hope

And fill your lungs with air,

And jump as fast as you can

over the abyss

There will be light 

If you are lucky

In the other side.

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. 

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

Crabtree falls

The water falls

With the intensity of a prayer

Asking persistently

For good luck and energy

from the streams feeding it;

For forgiveness

For crashing over stones 

and breaking thin branches

She promises 

I will sing your name

I will feed the forest

And have mercy for the tree

That chooses to stand in my way

Dear God

If you forgive me

And just let me be.

neighbors

Barbara's eyes light up with hundreds of fireflies

right around 8 o'clock

keeping watch over the neighborhood

long after she has moved out

driven by debt.

this is  little bit after the time 

that her young and dark neighbor 

who never greets lonely women

is done walking his dog.

this is long after the other neighbor 

has finished cleaning the garden,

the car or the boat, 

smiled to the little children passing by, 

all the meanwhile

keeping his grown up opinions 

vehemently quiet, yet heard.

thus summer goes by swinging between

day and night, 

hanging by 

the light of the moon,

the calm of the lake,

the pressure of heat,

and the dishes we bring

to the party with us, to share

for this potluck we have

in our neighborhood

longing for Barbara' s laugh

and sure stride.

Life (Omi)

she had no regrets

She made no judgments

And if she did

She  used her French 

To hide them

Trunk

 Love is a tree growing light

From its roots to its buds

The seve flowing up 

Through its trunk

Defying gravity

And all other odds

Every time it is called.

Love is found

In the firm grip of the grandmother

Protecting the child;

By holding her hands

On his shoulders,

To anchor him firmly

In reality with her life experience

And grit.

Love shines

On the soft side of the strong man

Seeing his child grow up.

Between scolding and rewards

Work and relaxed moments shared

During the time we are given

To walk a shared path.

Love is heard

In the laughter of the mother

Who know she may never 

Get out this song right

And yet it is always there 

To bind the tribe in the harmony

Of the canon.

Love tastes

Like sweet pancakes

And crepes

The children learned to cook

In a chaotic kitchen

Dusted with magic

Ginger, turmeric and canella.

She said all this is me

over a simple cup

Of black coffee

She then grabbed a bottle of water

And run to catch her train

The witch headed south

With my dreams on her shoulder

Giving her wings to fly

And I knew she did not care which train

Was going to take her

As long as she was promised wings 

To fly her through dreams

Rising from trunks

Of magic trees filled with love

Over centuries