Saturday, May 23, 2020

I am restless

white-hot lightning
arcing
dancing
snaking across
blue-black sky

by nature
bound to movement

a fate that
forges the question:
destruction
or illumination?

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Today I am a bruise
all muddy purples and inky blues

A tender pain that
pulses into agony
with just the slightest pressure

Longing for a gentle touch
to soothe me,
salve me,
save me.

Monday, April 13, 2020

There is no contentment
     to be found in the world
except what you carry in yourself.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

It is the hour
when air is made
of nighttime sighs

all the longings
buried
beneath the layers of daylight
productivity
and presumption
at last escaping

exhaled
into the tender spaces
found only in quiet darkness.

Sunday, March 08, 2020

The sky today
looks like a door
flung open
that I could escape through
into a life
less tethered.

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Truthfully
I have all the things,
More even
Than my fair share.
Still I don't feel full.

Sunday, February 09, 2020

Secret joy
meets its sudden, bloody end
and I am left to carry
death
as intimately as
I once carried life.

The grief flows
unabating
in its bitter reminder
of what my arms
will never hold.

The ache of my body
hardens in my soul
as a question:

Where are you now
Creator of the life
I cannot save?