I got lonely
I got used up
I may not have been
able to get away
then
but I am
More myself now.
Category: Universe
April
the clouds descend
not obscuring
not enveloping
they obliterate
what a relief it is
separation
it shocks me
Spring
buds pressing from branches
obstinate and evolving
not like me at all
Poem for Seth
I’ve heard people say
writing about coffee
and cigarettes is not
romantic
definitely not
meaningful
.
still
.
all I can think about
is the cup right there
on the windowsill
with way too much milk
(I bought at Costco)
.
still
.
it makes me feel
better
knowing the Costco-milk-
coffee-tired-mug exists
so meaningless
that it gives me hope
More Than Us
inspired by the squirrels living in our ceiling
I have dreams about large animals
lounging in the rafters
smiling down at me with their kind eyes
lifting feathers with their sighs
the footsteps in my ceiling
they keep me up at night
I imagine they belong to gentle bears
or doves in quiet pairs
this house is home to more than us
but we’ll never see their glorious
asleep behind the table there
aglow with dreams of steadfast care
this house is home to more than us
I wake up to the dinosaurs
trudging through the yard
crying tears and tears and tears and tears and tears
surprised to end up here
polar bears and elephants
otters kissing lambs
I can hear their heartbeats pressed against the walls
I listen for their calls
this house is home to more than us
but we’ll never see their glorious
asleep behind the table there
aglow with dreams of steadfast care
this house is home to more than us
Poem for Robin
such a human thing: making meaning
from every moment.
isn’t it enough
that we’re all here, eating our corn syrup
easing our shadows?
who are we to satisfy
some entropic god
some ancient mercy?
Saturday
wind sweeps away our
age of reason and slowly
I wake from my dream
Siena Rose 