Reality Takes An Afternoon Away

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.