I just woke up
and I’m feeling refreshed –
rejuvenated like a yawning dog
So I sit on a lawn chair
and I watch the lilies float in the pond
The world is slowly gaining its colors
I’ll sit here until it does
We saw the God in each other
You enchanted my mirror, my reflection
felt like magic –
disengages, slowly,
Yet I still remember
your smile
and I know why I
should still love me
I thank you for
your gift of
admiration
The ground
had been growing
around me, fathering
a newfound time,
youth wrapped me
and I wore it on my sleeve
The girl who showed me
that flowers could dance in the rain,
she held my words with a single breath,
Her sunlit curls and her moonlit eyes,
she touched me and I felt like
a hermit who was on
the tracks,
Winter behind him,
spring ahead,
I lived on these tracks
she was too afraid to pull me forward
but i was too afraid to turn back.
Dust dances as I pick up the pen
I write “I’m reclaiming the studio”
and then I giggle, a tiny shinny thing, just for me
The Birth Rite
Every man, before life, must drink a foggy chalice of cologne and sweat.
Tongue burnt and torn, a baby is born
Family Trees
We are a society of trees.
On the surface, We are independent and different.
But underground, On the subterranean deep, We are a single dense mesh of roots, Inextricably connected, Linked on generational layers on layers.
On the surface, We are distinct and unique individuals.
But within us, between us, We are an intricately deep Ocean of roots.
In the name of family, We are a society of trees.