Meditations on Sand
irritating.
between my toes,
you are
the bane of my
existence.
you are
a curse in my sandals.
you itch
......
I: New
I begin in shadow.
Not absence —
restraint.
You wrote of the sea’s hips,
the sand’s eyes,
the sun’s breathless sighs —
five poems,
before you noticed me.
......
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
......
what lives
in the word
Brother?
not in name or blood,
but in the way wind knows you,
how light falls across your face,
and dust beneath your feet
soft, unhurried,
whispering
......
Dear human,,
You shine, you fly and rise
and fall and die.
Remember and cry,
you hurt and endured
and you heal and forget.
You live through the beauty of messing up
and the grace of stumbling.
You're flawed and fabulous.
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
......
I.
smoke and star-soaked hush—
two chairs, no words. just the night
we held– together.
i watched him breathe and whispered, thank you.
II.
when she left, you wept.
presence hung between us– dew,
prophesying dawn.
......
Caught myself
Yelling at the dishes.
They didn't deserve it.
"An honor--"
they said.
"It is an honor
to witness
the undoing of your wrath–
how it scorches your ribs,
......
One step
Two step
Rise,
And release
The flaming flags
of fall give way
To a cherry blossom
spring
Always in
......
what lives
in the word
Brother?
not in name or blood,
but in the way wind knows you,
how light falls across your face,
and dust beneath your feet
soft, unhurried,
whispering
......