Dead in the middle

At the center of it all
Dead in the middle
There is an indescribable ache
That pervades and pulls the strength
Saps the energy of her faith
In righteousness
It cancels her firm belief that
Right and wrong
Actually exist
There must be some part of
What does not happen
That should
And of what should not happen
That does
For the innocent
Still perish and the blameless
Still bleed
so
Why would it matter for her to hold on to something
That might not be real
.

Love story

green leaf holds cool drop
of silvered water
shining
in sunlight
forgotten

slipping through
unnoticed as
sister rays
reflect back
into a crystalline sky

bewitched by a
smooth glow
captured there
awaiting the power
of a day's heat
they meet and
dance slowly
together

One to one
undiscovered yet
perfectly matched
drops allign
and hold on
tightly
boiling
slowly

escaping
vapor flies free
seeping
into air
joining with others
lost amidst
the fog

remembering still
searching always
among the sunbeams
for the perfect fit
a matched
pair

somewhere in
the sky

Rainy Day

On a rainy day not so long ago, I pictured you , eyes closed,there. I knew you felt the weight of the rain beating upon you and all of your responsiblities assaulted your mind, resting peace from your soul.

I knew you slept and it was best for you, but I longed for your wakeful self; for that small piece of you that I can claim as my own. You have given it to me whether that was your intention or not, and I shall hold onto it and keep it for myself, no matter the weather.

I hope you will not mind, but I refuse to give it back even if the wind blows us apart. It is by this small token that I will recognize you when we both ride adrift, after the storms have ended.

Daddy's Hands

Hardened brown rough
lined, dry, cracked....
strong

lift bales
pull ropes
grip hammer
grasp pen

hold on
pat
quivering
child

as I
cry
into
his shoulder

they rescue me.

Smoldering

Beneath the cold, white-gray ash
one more piece of
burning oak lies
hidden

remnants of lines
of woodflesh
old pathways
for water persist
burning orange
hot
not seen until
the ashes are stirred,
mixed, turned

unveiling
a smoldering
nugget
burning unchecked.

Listen for me

listen to the birds
repeated sing song melodies
In harmony with the
Moving clouds
Keeping time
to the overpowering rhythm
Of my heart beating
deepening as it envelopes
my thoughts

hearing the tempo
of together
under a sky darkening, filling
with cleansing waters
steam rising
from asphalt as my feet
follow a path
to your door

A Crossing

downward glance
upon glassy water
stopped, clear
green plants and murky brown chocolate
mud settled
a landscape of unmoving certainty

bottom so close
yet
concealing many feet
between solid ground
and the weightlessness of a perch
above the still water

stuck
motionless
walk this bridge
for once covering
this face
no distinction between rapids and
calm
faithless walk
the drowning will
commence