Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Nothing to Do

It wasn't so very
long ago
was it?
When I was a child
and "nothing to do"
was a complaint
a burden
something to suffer through
bear up under
Nowadays though
there's always
something to do
checklists spread far as
the horizon
"Nothing to do"
got lost along the way
an elusive, romantic idea
a fairy tale
Lost Neverland
How bittersweet, really
I didn't appreciate nothing
Until something was all I had

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Missing You

Missing you
Like a prolonged pause
Trailing off into nothing, air
Aborted coversation
Missing you
Like a yawning crevass
Mid-abdomen, 'tween rib and navel
Yet somehow deep as sea
Missing you
Like a lost limb
Crippling the ability to function
Illogical phantom pain
Missing you
Like a nagging suspicion
Of the important, forgotten
Uneasy unrest

Thursday, March 3, 2016

A Thought

What a growing,
spreading,
wriggling,
bouncing,
shiny little
treasure
of a thought.
Twisting
it's way
up from
the pit of
my stomach,
dancing
its way
up my chest
to settle finally
upon my
upturned lips
as a smile
In the
blue of my
lit-up eyes
as a sparkle.

He's coming!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Counting

Counting        

In your presence, I count
     Profile lingered on hungrily
     Pretending not to feel
     Eyes tracing my face
          Hand never left empty for long
          Soon satisfied with yours
          Sweet sufficiency in touch
               Words let loose into the space between
               Received, considered, responded to
               Sweet communion of intercourse
                    Emotions ebb and flow, a lunar shift
                    You root deep down, an anchor
                    Unmoved, though caressed by tides  
             
In your absence, I count
     Time trailing off past the horizon
     Months, Weeks, Days, Hours
     Years left behind us like regrets
          Offenses forged from vapors and ashes
          Implications ripening into conclusions
          Ire a simpler thing than yearning
               Excuses heaped against transgressions
               Justifications for closing doors
               Rationalizations my one defense
                    Fears which percolate the emptiness
                    You leave in the wake of retreat
                    Multiplying in the darkness there

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Interludes in 5/7/5


List
I sat myself down
Made a silly little list
'Bout what I would do

Time
If I had the time.
O and what all would I do
If I had the time?

Be
Sprawl out on the porch
Soak in the warm honeyed light
Breeze stroking my cheek

Read
Curl 'top a cushion
Book in hand my only care
Feline- perfect ease

Pray
Drop down- bended knee
Talking, yes- mostly list'nin
Whisp'rin, "Beautiful"

Steal a Kiss
Press me close to you
Brush impatient lips on yours
Savor the promised

Dance
Swaying, bobbing beat
Royal- ruling this body:
Palm tree in fierce breeze

Laugh
Wee ripple rising
Mirth a spreading thing like weed
Full grown, bursts brilliant

Worship
Emptied hands lifted
Face raised- soakin' in glory
I hear, "You are mine."

Walk the Dog
Only purpose- be
outside, sniff everything, pull
against too short leash

Afternoon Coffee
Sweet bulbous curve of
warm mug weighty on cupped hand
bitter-sweet relief

Hike
Enveloping hush
Broken by sole meeting stone
And deepening breath

Foster
Open door, hands, heart
Sweet refuge and healing place
Welcome here, broken 

Write
Exhale emotion
Paint the past in gilded light
Record what should be

Find the Time
Cease endless running
Demand nothing-important
Be declared vital

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Runaway

Today was just one more day in a string
Of days full of responsibilities
Fulfilling expectations, like I should
Checking off obligations one by one
When the ever present niggle,
Little back-brain tickle daydream
Grew up in a hurry.
Fantasy to fascination to fixation.

I want to run away with you.
I need that sweet pleasure of only. Just. Nothing but
You.

'Cause I'm deep down achy bone weary
From forcing myself to focus
On day to day. Mundane. Important. Other than's.
So much energy devoted to not you-ing.

The gaurd over my mouth has been wearing thin.
All those rushing, tumbling hopes.  Desire repressed. Unspoken truths.
Simmering up to my lips.
Let the pot boil over.

My hands are complaining 'bout pressing to my sides.
Restrained behind my back.
Clasped together in my lap
For moral support.
Begging for freedom to roam.
Open pasture.

And, O! O two rebellious lips
Weary with mandatory smiling and lonliness
Are poised to pose into a spoiled pout.
Whispering 'bout mutiny.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Saguaro Blossoms

Whizzing north on the 17
Pandora blasting and the girls and I
screaming along
all tone-deaf enthusiasm 
shouting out the lyrics we know
and mumbling the rest

I've got one hand on the wheel
cruise control set to 79
It's only Spring- late April
and the heat's already
started falling down
on this hellish valley

It lends a little desperation
An anxious urgency
the exhilaration of escape
the thrill of running away
to our adventure up the mountain
towards the cool and the pines

Even the desert is celebrating
right along with us
all that sharp and thorny
gray-green and inhospitable
threatening, intimidating flora
has burst into bloom

We're flying past
saguaro after saguaro
and those fat prickly things
formidable old maids
that nobody could love
are wearing white blooms

Encircling their heads 
like crowns, like wreaths
blossoms grace their outstretched arms
and I realize they're all brides
even the saguaro has her day
to be lovely

To be loved