I can feel myself
Healing, growing, and learning
It is a blessing.
Though I am not sure
What is changing within me;
Chaos is fleeing.
For the first time in
A painfully long nightmare
I can breathe freely.
There is not any
Panic blossoming within
Just a warm, slow peace.
Such slowness is rare
In my life it has been few;
I will consume it.
Steady, soft, complete
My heartbeat returns to me
Where it always was.
Little bits of gold
Hidden in the trees;
Honeyed twigs and branches
Unfurling fronds of greenery, dripping from the breeze
Sunlight touches everything, hiding
precious metals in the trees.
Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest
Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest
Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,
Each added soul a brimming whole
Of halves and broken edges.
Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings
Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best
Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;
Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.
Like God in Earth heals our hurts,
Let us love
pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
I know I am in love
many reasons, one being
the people on the screen… with their perfect, flawlessly manicured romances
Do not hold a candle
To my own.
I feel no jealousy, no longing
no loneliness, no haunting
Just quizzical – are these the same stories
that left me heart-hungry so long before?
Now I see but a shadow
of the love we have to explore.
These Hollywood bouquets are nothing
to him and me.
i still pause every now and again, shocked
that anything should give me hesitation.
it still doesn’t quite make sense that
your unhappiness, even in the midst of my anger AT YOU,
should move me with such alarming strength.
never before have i been
unable to withhold reconciliation;
it was always a move of pity, never
one of love,
not like now, where my heart crumples if i cannot end the stony silence
and hold you.
Struggled through another dawn, another break of blood and brawn
Cracked my own bones, split my own veins
Broke up my courage just to remain
And then I gave
until i could breathe under concrete and grain