After A Day of News

All day it rose
like a tide,
the full moon
in my throat,
though I was
not ready for
that blue light,

so when night
fell, the whole
house empty,
candle lit and
dishes placed,
it’s then that
it appeared,

the patient
moon, like a
great sob, the
closest chair
an anchor
and my tears,
the opening sea.

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And Every Day

If at times
you have forgotten
(such as I),

then the time is now,
on the most starless
of nights,

to remember this –
carry tonight’s
I love you out

of the shadowed room.
Draw forth
these whispered words

(reserved for some)
and bring them
into daylight.

Deliver them to one another
fearlessly,
with your voices,

your eyes, your entire
ways of being –
for we have found

ourselves lost
on this road together,
and the time is now

to remember
that there is
(and ever was)

only one
true
offering.