Life is a Scavenger Hunt
Being in the presence of the lion
As differing from its photo.
Behind inter-twining gates
The whole world moves on the wind
Shifting north to west to south
Where are we &
Where are we willing to go?
A wind’s message
Telegraphed by leaves
Danced in boughs.
The birds don’t worry on wind
Tho made of only spun-lace bone & color
Riding feathers upon it.
Before I get off the subject
I didn’t even know I was on,
Even as my pen brushes the page
More dirt settles upon it
I write crunching words
The wind taps this tree
Thrums that one
Shivers of its voice
In a code far too random for comprehension
Yet I’m reading every movement.
This could have had such a different ending
Instead of these hasty walls
Thrown up between –
Barriers of denial
Relating to levels of anger & fear
I let it all go
One petal at a time.
They love me,
They love me not.
It’s a busy street here
When two people pass one another
To either side, one walking a dog.
My heart is simply full of itself
With many lives to live,
Gaily leaping timelines,
So much potential
The designated “poof!” of hours…
Yanked from quantum entanglement
To seem a moment’s solitary
Accomplishment (hitting the “play” button often)
It all had to happen, though
Momentary gaps in the thinking it through.
Beleaguered & beyond redemption.
Befriended by ascension
The wavelength to be on
A smoother ride than along
The coast road.
I couldn’t answer the phone
I was buttering my hands
Um, yep, butter
Too long to explain
Not for everyone anyway
Tho more than a few would favor.
The glasses shatter on the fireplace,
Finalizing the celebration
But out come the broom & dustpan
The tinkling pour into the trash
Will it be replaced?
A decision for another day.
The two sides of every offering.
I have lost you
You who could have stayed far longer
To talk me into eternity
One way or the next
To talk me over the imaginary hurdles
I have created on my own
Spun simply & from loneliness
Your skin was soft from sleep
When I touched you to say
“I didn’t know you were sleeping.”
I dream of you now, con permisso.
Living Divinity individually
So, of course, a Singularity can occur.
I keep re/de/fining who I am
I’ve belonged to me for too long a time
I powerfully experience your turning-away
Do we cash out each other as we have been cashiered?
We tried this once before
To extreme disappointment.
I had One Escapade
But never saw the Devil I spat at…
I don’t have the nitty-gritty
Of being the fly on the wall.
Then he was summarily ejected from present company
Like a bullet, only one shot taken.
In his absence, we had no electricity for a while.
Without refrigeration, I am still frozen out for four days
From any/all conversation.
Until the PTB decide to sit me at a table
Pulling up chairs for accusation & disappointment,
Until I stand to say your life is not mine
And until you have lived it,
Do not accuse.
There’s a story here to tell
Untold & unafraid of itself
A love story stripping all else bare
To use the energy of the bones
I reminded her of an old friend
From voice inflection to flip-flops
So many interlocking pieces
With no interlocution.
Witness to sin
Condemned without trial
Yet walking free from it all.
You are amazing Carol. To have all the time in the world to write, dream and meditate. Yes you did the right thing. We do miss you though.