Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Advice From Ants

The grass is green here

In this field

With no leaves

It makes a cushion and bed



It’s a forest to the ants

And the grass to them,

Are trees



In it they are lost or living

In the forever maze



I’m sure we can take some wisdom

From the ants

Who work hard and carry

More than they weigh



I’m sure they don’t even

Know I’m here

In my own forest

The Town, The Fire

The mountain is on fire

And the burning horse

Is running across the hills

Spreading chaos wherever it goes

A man twists his boot on a cigarette

He looks at the mountain

And spits in the street



Smoke covers the town

People run to their houses

And flowers retreat back

Into their buds



Men and women suddenly strangers

Fend for themselves,

Kicking, Screaming

Trapped like a fox



The town is on fire

And there is no escape

And you have left me

For good.



All that remains is ash

With time only


Can it one day vanish.

Friday, July 1, 2016

The Wind

I was always scared of the wind

It throws me off balance, is loud

And never quit


I’m mostly afraid

That I’ll become light

And that it could carry me off,

Like a balloon


I’d be detached from the earth

Floating slowly up, up

Watching everything become small

Watching to see how far I’ll fall

When I’m…

DROPPED


Just like in my dreams.

Old Man

The old man sits in his chair
Waiting for what’s next
Waiting for death

The young man seeks his wisdom
And the old man tries
But it is a language
The young man doesn’t speak

The apple tree still
Stands in the forest
Where a farm used to be
Evidence of a way of life gone by


And it bears no fruit

One Spot in Particular

Mostly I miss
Sitting at my kitchen table
One spot in particular

From there I could
Wait for anybody
To come home
Or watch my mom
Make us dinner

I went far away from
That spot, that window, that chair
But sometimes I can close my eyes

And be there

Friday, April 1, 2016

Remember


Late night walks
And moving slow
I’ve never been gone
For so long

Hearing a familiar voice
That turns me to stone
I’ve never missed you
Or felt so alone

I am anxious
Deep in my bones
And I remember your joy
I miss your song

And I’ll come crawling back
Once I’ve reaped what I’ve sown
Keep your eyes on the horizon

Because I’m coming home

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Wounded

You came to me in a dream
Finally, after all these years

It was strange
And all I remember is you saying
"If it isn't my best friend!"
Followed by my name
As if nothing had happened

I shook my head in disgust
And dodged your embrace

You were my best friend
And the one I loved most
For a time
And being with you
Was like walking on air

But the wound you inflicted
Was deep
And all our promises were forgotten
As we grew older

Maybe I'll pass you one day
On the street of some city
Neither of us expected
Each other to be in

We'll look at each other in recognition
Shift our gaze
And walk away forever

All those years we spent together
Growing up
And becoming who we are
Passing between us like a mist