Family

Despite the danger, I open my heart.
No matter our foibles, I love us together.

This moment in time, this gathering of souls will never repeat.
Long ago, Earth cried lonely, and God sent a fleet
Of shiftless, soulful human beings.

We venerate the pioneers of old,
Human herds wilding west against the wind.
We celebrate the missionaries,
Gaunt-soled, sinking south like candlewax,

What of us?

Each day we rise and ride
Our mechanical horses thus;

Each night we roll up
Our plans, lay our head on partial defeat.

We don’t carry lead; we carry
lived and unlived histories.
Come, pioneer!

 

 


 

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Everything Sweetens

Nothing to do
Between now and tomorrow.
We’re high on life, drunk on sunset,
Her orange wine through dark green pine
This evening, a slowly ripening peach:
pink… red… purple… blue-black.
Everything sweetens into something else.

 

 


 

Summer Salute

Though evenings thicken earlier each day,
And cold chutes down the drapes to pool in rooms,

Summer’s heat is baked into our bones,
And her beauty raked into late blooms.

Down below to Capricorn she goes,
From now and on brazen-cold wind blows.
We slow our autumn dance to the new beats,
and splash our chilly feet in flannel sheets

 

 


 

 

 

Completion

(Celebrating the completion of my first long-form foray,
a meditation on how to live called Fear & Flow)

 

There’s nothing like completion,
dishes done and dried,
last nail driven into floor of your first house.
Our trips to the hardware store are but a speck
in my rear view mirror.

Come, let’s sit in the house we built,
let’s sip coffee from cups chipped from living.