Poems and Phantasms

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Enduring the River

the soul bleeds against stony edges of

injustice, churning up

memories better left to settle

 

except bubbling up also

from fathomless depths, hope

irrepressible, clearing the way

to the surface and sun

 

see now, carp of joy

bounding upstream

red and golden

 

back to the source

 

Talisman

Sometimes we want to

lock pain in, close

the door fast, take leave

where it cannot

grow

breathe

touch

or heal

yet

buried

stifled

numb

we feel

it, still

 

Time comes to find

the door ajar

inside, the familiar

older, condensed

upon itself, pain

 

Fitting into the hollow

like a stone from your

pocket, leaping into your palm

you remember its

color

weight

shape

worn smooth

from long carrying

 

You could hide it

away again

or

bring it into the

light, discovering

streaks and sparkles

you could not see

until you opened your hand

to let go

Little Returns

Putting in moments of

parenting,  gains and losses

add up

 

The hours of chauffeuring

picking up and dropping off, rush

and wait, items left behind

 

Teaching them to help, playing

a long game, banking

against efficiency

 

Measuring days by

teeth lost, shoe size

and how quickly

they grow

 

This is it, childhood’s prime time

the real estate of life

 

Success, luxury, vanity, none

compare to the blessing

of kissing good night

my child, safe

 

For the richest memories, sweet

and surprising, the confidences told

between stories, you

had to invest

the time

Emerging

Emerging

 

entirely upon the breeze

there is a certain fragrant ease

a vernal arrogance, a tease

 

each shell

each nest

each hole unfurled

each bud

each blossom:

sovereign worlds

 

and when, at last, the thaw seeps in

unleashed, a thousand thoughts that sing

of spring and wings and newborn things

 

emerges fierce from dreams of frost

the victor clings and counts no cost

How Becoming

Do not shed your skin only

to wear it as a jacket in polite company

 

It wears thin, pliability

grows brittle, pretense

 

Beware most hypocrisy

oily and clinging

 

Lest your mask

become you

Beauty

I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret

 

yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing

 

look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

Simple, Wild Wisdom

 

I believe in a

simple, wild wisdom.

 

Go to a place

where there are

no clocks or

mirrors. There is one

inside you.

 

Listen to the

rustling of your heart

beating wings of

generations. Launch into

this “now” you’ve heard tell of.

It is not chronological.

It is all-consuming

experience.

 

Now is

breath and

warmth

in your veins

for this day

you are

alive.

 

Your path is not

future. It is this

step. It is

following the

urging of what

you have always

known. Shhh,

listen.

 

The quiet inside

is singing.   

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