Gaze

We are all a dime a dozen

Count our sorrows, compare our suns

Nobody matters, not you, not I

We seek to cut the gold from our eyes

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Travel

Someday home will be a place

I never want to leave.

Right now it is pain and dark and

Jarring sunlit memories

Awash in blood and flame and joy,

I need to make myself

Anew

And fill my home with you.

Drowning from up above

It is hard to weep in light, my

Sadness craves the night

past time when I am long alone, when skydark hits and mutes the known

I cry softly on my own.

I did not know that stones

Could feel.

When will this grief stop its roaming, and settle

more quietly into a home? I cannot

be like this much longer or my tears

will fill my lungs.

I’m drowning from above, and no one

Has offered me any way up

To see the sky and breathe again

To where the sea is not flooding my oxygen

And cursing my skin with its sting.

I would love to care about such trivialities

Keep

The daylight is here and my fear

Should be gone

The darkness, like mist

Evaporates from the lawn

My star-gazing, sugar-cubes

Flung in the sky

The current of pain where the Milky Way lies

I should be whole and peaceful and still

Instead I choose tumult

and mudslicks, and the pills I abhor;

My hands gleefully wretched with dark oil-spills.

Let my heart still and stir the river no more.

Mocha

She left and part of me went to sleep

I’m undone by four paws and a worn-out red collar

My faithful companion, lifelong friend

Thank you for loving me with all your strength to the end.

She took all my comfort with her

All the security of her protective grace.

Almost two decades of fears quelled by my tireless guardian

Watchful sentry, ageless soldier;

Furry tissue, perfect confidante

The best friend anyone could want

That old gray muzzle

Will never

Leave

My heart. I’ll love you forever

I can still feel you by my side (curled up perfectly like most winter nights)

Someday I may stop weeping

But tonight, the first night I face under this roof without your warm, snoring presence (my earliest memory is your excitement as we chose you at the pound; eighteen years is a long time for you to have been around)

The tears will flow until they irrigate the desert valleys you left inside my heart.

I can’t imagine life without your loyalty and bark

Someone tear this pain from me

AND JUST GIVE ME BACK MY DOG —

please.