Monday, May 16, 2011

I’m Looking For You

May 5th, 2011

I’m following the trail.

I know you’ve been here.

From the print in the dirt

To the bench just warmed.

I smell the trail mix you just ate.

Across the lake I heard you laugh.

I’m close.

Don’t stop in your hike.

I’ll catch up.

I’ll find you.

And when we’re together we can

Turn onto that trail we’ve been dying to see

For so long. I’ll hold your hand

If you sing through the trees.

We will see blooming rhododendron,

The flight of butterflies in the Spring,

Pick wild blueberries

And climb up among the laurel

Where I’ll kiss you on the check

And you’ll lend me your lips.

Whenever we get tired we can go

Down near the river and lay among the ferns.

Then when the day is almost over

We can sit on the bank and watch the river reflect,

Until like a petal that touches the water,


You’ve gone in to swim.

I’m not letting go, but you’re gone.

The river is still sending

Ripples until the moment I go in,

After you I swim.

I’m looking for you.

I’m following the trail.

The river regains its reflection.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Honesty Abated

April 25th, 2011

By the back that turns

Once solid as granite

Weathered kaolinite it yearns

For life on the river

To set no foot again

On that shore of exception

And certainty yielding,

The mouth wide open

The heart pumping words

That will never hold so firmly

Or lead, as a trail, so clearly

As the moment I told you.

Blazes hidden in branches

Or by lightning erased

With the char of our deck time

Made morning oatmeal,

Every day, to subsist

For the bird that would fly

And land on the sail

A signal for shore

To approach and unhand

The knots on the rigs

That keep to the course,

Dump bilge, drop the sails,

To land we embark.

Running the eyes

The feet sight on land

To the fields, food to make

Do our stomachs demand.

And after we've eaten,

Tongues sated, salt licked

To the forests, to the trees

To the trails, the wind commands.

Traversed under shoe,

Weighted, kicked down,

The rocks cry out truth

And there we are found.

But as pressures release

And prints do progress

The canopy of life

Turns to cotton and wood--

On the water we are now,

To your posts, reassume.

New storms are coming,

The sails need the mend,

On our course we are sailing

For the winds do we bend.

To have followed the blazes

And been given their word

We have only a memory

Of the flight of that bird,

And the deep sigh and distant glance that it gives.