Spin
Restlessness is a god
Still feet never climb temple steps
a single eye sees only itself
Truth is alive on the wind
through your hair, across your cheeks
you taste it in the dance
breathe it in the flurry
Taking Flight
I release them. Fledglings
pushed from the nest,
thin-skinned and chirping.
Constantly on guard for
the cat and coyote.
pushed from the nest,
thin-skinned and chirping.
Constantly on guard for
the cat and coyote.
Skipping from tall grass
to bush until there is
enough strength to fly
and feed alone.
They build their
nests in hidden hearts
of those who discover them
and sing sweet songs
to the ears that hear.
Exotic Aquatic
Within me, it swims—
this light-borne goldfish
defined by a translucent orb,
its curve—a lie of limits
against the infinite ocean.
Thoughts descend to the deep,
silent, sinking, rusted anchor,
rooting themselves near
the pink coral castle.
Small fry swirl and scatter
sucking algae,
sifting muck,
oblivious to the sublime:
the goldfish,
weightless,
floating
to the surface
with gasping mouth.
Forever Burning Fire
Life is a forever
burning fire—
its flames cradle you,
a fleeting flicker.
burning fire—
its flames cradle you,
a fleeting flicker.
Briefly you dance,
illuminating the void,
before spiraling outward,
a luminous arc,
into quiet extinguishment.
fence
a line of lovers, wooden
like rotting posts
each more weathered
and more hollow
than the previous
until the last one
completely broken
neglecting what
it was meant
to hold