Conversations with Heart

ABLUTIONS 

How marvelous is water,

gracious being forced through pipes,

ejected through faucets

Still, on contact with any sort of life at all, comes into itself

Its spirit runs over us, pours into us

A coverage so vast, no crevice may hide

A tenderness for my poor body’s contortions.

I have a print of ornate baths in mine

Clawed tubs which made taking a bath

Even naughtier … each has a rack for reading

Or wine… who did not enjoy a bath?

Obviously, people spent a lot of time in them.

This morning was no exception for me

I even had time to dry between my toes

So much time, my hair dried in the mohawk

From a rub with the towel.

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NO WONDER THIS IS A CIRCUS TOWN

I sit indoors looking directly out

I sit in my Henry Chair looking out over

Hopeful pansies & ubiquitous green

When drawing to my eye, in the exact center

Of the frame is a red blossom

Nodding to the nearby palm

Stretched over the tall brown fence.

No one walks that patch of land: the drain

But I wonder if the sound of leaving water

Drew the flower to come for a surer look.

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WHY ME, LORD?

A born teacher brimming with knowledge

Timed out in a world where philosophers are shot

Poets unborn in their wake.

How did I ever decide I wanted to tangle,

To wrangle 3D?

Well, you made this decision. We only helped you

Separate from the All – remember? Birthing?

Getting into the thing is hard but

Getting it to move is another matter at all.

Lord, I been here more than seventy plus years

Where nothing has changed. I have watched the

Red Tide of life close in on itself in an ever-tightening spiral.

I would sure like to say that is isn’t my fault

But I have culpabililty & small thinking tattooed in

Primary areas.

You have changed is all that matters

For truly we are One, it’s not a Big Lie

Just so hard to see through all that interference

Your world’s got goin’.

Talk me to more, Spiritus, every day

Bring me red flowers.

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