all of these things, they
come and they go. nothing to
do but love, love, love.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Morning, Afternoon or Any Time
As many
times as
it has
been done,
never will
this body tire
of turning
toward the sun.
Saturday Peaches
I am dreaming of peaches
the color of sunset. They hang
from bowed branches
ripe with summer, and though
I bite into one right here, juice
running off my chin
into the August grass,
it is not the same as standing
in the orchard with you.
two at night haiku
halfway home, half moon,
the sky half light and oh
so many wholes.
permission unveils
silently beneath a
stadium of stars.
Walking Home
Between black soil and platinum
sky, the first August chill gathers
on our skin. Earth ripe
with muck and spore
beneath our summer shoes, we trip
down the creek-less
wash where not one drop
has flowed all season. But here,
there is a promise
inside this rain that dapples
our bare arms and saturates
each thirsty breath. The promise,
it is life,
and despite
the slip and chill,
it is what we choose reverently
with each
muddied
step.
where there is attention, there is truth haiku
in my eyes, the slant
of white moon transforms
suddenly to sphere.
when the clutter moves out haiku
unexpected,
and tonight there is room
for everything.
You Mean the Henna Tattoo!
Look at the chicken
thing on my leg,
she says.
The chicken pox? I ask.
NO! she giggles,
The chicken thing!
What chicken thing?
You know, the chicken things…
that we all got last week!
Oh! Such extraordinary laughter
derived from a tale
of ochre and feathers.
Tongues of Fire
Red licks adorn
the ivory pods
with the exotic name,
remnants
of last season’s harvest.
So much
has changed
since then –
while they waited
in a dark jar
on a back shelf
and now simmer
on low heat
to become something
delicious,
shared,
no longer
stored away.
We Are Human
The wind still blows
through the trees
when we do not listen
and the grass
it grows under our feet
as we walk
over this spinning earth
moving and always
moving,
each of us making
our own way toward
solid ground.