Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
April 6th, 2011
Covered decking, taking in the breeze,
Looking up to me every so often to make sure.
After having sat for quite a while, all of a sudden,
On looking out there you are,
Sitting on a low branch of the maple,
Looking at me,
On looking up again, you catch my eye from the corner,
Deep in the limbs of a cedar, your red cloak giving you away,
You spy all the more. Even later you appear again
To visit a Robin that just flew in.
All this time you listen.
Now on a branch over head you let out
A single chirp. Is it time?
Up to the next branch you send a fuller chorus.
Up and Up,
Out and out,
Song to song you sing
Until at the top you stay stalwart.
You turn away from me to face the wind just come again,
With the quick glance away I find you’ve gone.
Did you see what you were looking for?
Did your message get across?
A flint—return, then wings,
Gracing me with the sight of your flight
The quiet song of your body:
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
April 11th, 2011
From a chest finding its rhythm
Eyes rip at the face for sight
A breath comes as a grasp
Desperate to leap from the void
Of fleeted life and take hold
Feet to the floor
Hands to the chest
Never had disbelief and joy been such bedmates,
Souls joined in the rekindling.
Fingers move by fires
In stripping medical manacles
Legs sending one outdoors
To run and leap in the parking lot
On concrete no tougher than
Reclaiming a life that was lost.
The scars on the chest
Can't hold back lungs that fill
With a will unto its self
And a contentedness found in the ability to smile
Even if only once more.