Let the wind decide I’m late
Can the wind tell time anyway?
Let the sunlight decide the truth
Of who I am.
Let my sight decide the scene
And my height decide the meme
Let my shoes begin the walk
Let the poem be my talk
Bring me over to your side
If we cannot walk, we’ll ride
But the sands decide the line
Which we walk before we glide
For we’ll never have it all
If we cannot find the time.
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The years run like sand through my hands
How many oceans gone subterranean?
As walls divided us
We traded clocks for our lives
All ticked out
Alarms having run their courses
Like dogs to the fences
Never knowing they could cross
With a leap
I have corded my beads
Crossing over the porch
But the boards on the windows
Have fallen away
The whole world traded off
For a moment of silence
An hour’s grace
The beach went on forever
The blue of night overtook the moon
The owls mixed with the bats
And time sang alleluia
The light aslant
From window to window
I no longer am who I was
I love chairs, not deserts
I love nightfall, not oceans
I don’t watch the stars
I consult the cards each day
I don’t miss the world
But the world may miss me
The fabulous only brought me closer to myself
I am content to breathe in roses
To point at them with my staff
Geology takes forever
My ears hear the forest
As I walk towards it
Sitting at the edge
Listening to it grow.
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I have forgotten so much more than I ever knew
Of truth, of lies, faces, shoes & more
What I thought would hold has given all away
The seeds bore fruit I did not eat
The restlessness of years
Settled around me with a sigh
An obsidian egg of luck is all I now need
We converse in tongues no one can understand
I catch shadows in my hands
To set them free overhead
The light speaks another language
As does the heat
And afternoon is all day long.
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Age settles about me:
A comfortable cloak indeed
I am warm within its careworn perimeter
I eat as I please
If I had a chimney, it would puff blue smoke
I’d never see
Wrapped in music indoors
Centuries could pass
The world could turn into silken sleeves
I would pull up to have them drape once more
To watch the flow of fabric
I am all women & none
A consecration of grace & mixed guilt
Reconciled
Finally dreams take forever
Slender women dressed in feathers
Pass by in a hurry of heels
In a room where birds fly through open windows
Where only grace permits
What happens on this
Long couch
A collection of unfamiliar people
Pass outside
Angels float overhead
Their winged susurrus
A background of faith
Alone on streets of gold
I walk forward to meet my love.
