Monday, March 23, 2020

controlled free fall
sans meter, sine die
















so here i came to be part of your story
to learn by your river the length of your cast
to shed our skin in the sweet afternoon shade
to sip the other's wine in the long shadows

had there been less fear of the moment to come   
we might have tried harder—but now we are here  
pushing out from the bank, to cast, sine die   
free falling, spread wide, entering the unknown

i believe love's arc, well cast, will never end
but oh for a day exploring your mountain
and a night to be your trout for the taking


Saturday, March 21, 2020

i.
a new seam of light
strikes the heart
with blue beams
that pierce and enfold
oh no, not yet
not yet
wait
but you came in anyway
running like a ribbon of fire
down the soft tissues of my being
to the other heart of me

ii.
and so it begins
your brilliant star
of Being
shoots across the horizon
of knowing
and being known
asking too much
giving even more
seducing the mind
to believe the consequences
are worth the conviction
beguiling the heart
with a canopy of trust
but always
inevitably
leaving ...
just as these lips
were a willing accomplice
to the sacrificial yield
willing to be taken
wanting
everything



Sunday, March 15, 2020


11:43 on a saturday morning in march 
hazy thrilled wonder happened

who knew love could be so precise
as to know the moment of it's leap
in the heart

only any fish that ever jumped
in any river that ever sparkled
under the magnificence of the sun's gaze