"alien pod"

"alien pod"

waiting (still can’t see)

just sit
a moment
and watch
for the lifting fog
- he said

the path will be clear

as I breathed
morning air
on that hill
the sun stirred
- saturating the valley

making a bright but still hazy view

better locked?

wild beasts in a zoo
trees surrounded by concrete
prized jewels that are cursed

is it worth the time
locking up beautiful things
natural and free

to give us a glimpse
of what we may never be
unlocked open breaths

marginal

I knew better
than to begin writing
in margins

overflow expected

but there’s no immunity
from oppressive smothering
like breathing in saccharine

tear-jerking harmonies bellow

it takes a cold embrace
flat deprecation with a laugh track
to recover

losing small pieces

just past halfway into a stretch
I marvel
at anyone greeting the day
with open arms
since it’s a hard pose to hold
for long
without support

he’s taken my song
spilled it all over the floor
I follow his lead

don’t mow the lawn now

perhaps after I wash dishes
or fold laundry
we can have our dance
-is something I’d never say
since I know dance
takes over spirit
when allowed to roam

please
my feet are already tapping
hips swiveling
the lawn can wait
I can’t

"Rima’s rest"

with her darkening gaze
summer waning 
green brilliance ebbing 
she rested
amid cooling waters
pressing
about floating tired limbs

"Rima’s rest"

with her darkening gaze
summer waning
green brilliance ebbing
she rested
amid cooling waters
pressing
about floating tired limbs

the dig

keeping sharp edges hidden
magnifiers with brass hinges
hidden in felt-lined pocket
averting sun’s gaze
quietly noticing
dinosaur spines in leaves
sloshing through amber waves
trying not to get stuck
under piles of slate
empty shells
cavernous cries
carrying homes on our backs
holes in our thinking
to be filled with honey and cream
carbon dating Tuesday’s child
not meek but wild
exhausting trial runs
before eggs hatch
talons grip
surmising
the digging is the journey

shadow play

I watched us
dancing
on the wall

flickering
writhing mass of shadow
bending

you guided us
until light
took night

linoleum blessed

he chased her
around the brown table
in the yellow kitchen
hoping to bury despair
between her thighs

she slowed her route
til they were half a step apart
he could take her
if he saw her eyes asking

they spoke little
about coming days
forever leaving

salvation found
on faded linoleum

gracefully arching
sunlight spills through the valley
hills let go their hold