Sometimes

Sometimes

you don't know

how dark it is

until

the sun comes up

and

Sometimes

you don't know

how nice warm is

until

the sun goes down

either way

dark and cold

sucks

if I had a fifth

of whiskey

I wouldn't have

a fifth

I'd have

a couple hours

of peace

followed by

a couple hours

of hell

as only eyes

Walked to my mailbox
a quiet gambol
lost in loss

waving red
three tulips
happy in hue

I've got years
they've got days
how can they smile

like they do
and I frown
like I do

how?

absorbed
my pain
without a word

bled me dry
with honor
wearing my crimson

healing
as only eyes
can heal

nine for nine

Violin eyes
violently violet
minor chord
atchafalaya deep
in the glory
of morning

I can't leave
without the right words
a genetic fault
so I write the
wrong words
knowing
I
can't
leave

yet

my feet on concrete
ten feet high
fifteen feet away
white and silver
a touch of pebbled orange
ten in a row
I shoot
fluid
strings sing in backspin
a perfect bounce
I moved not my feet
like bone and dog
returned

just me
an autumn afternoon
no one to watch
no one to see
no one to care
just me
and my basketball
a touch of leather
replacing
a touch of flesh
a sadness
cistern deep
beyond my understanding
but all the same
pain knows
a way around

so I shoot
nine in a row
missing the tenth
starting over
knowing
I don't want to leave
at home I am
outside
avoiding
the hell that awaits
a door away

nine for nine
always
nine for nine

Reading and Commentary

a hallowed breeze

from below I looked

upon suns among the stars

shinning through the rain

shinning not of fire and flame

but of the divine light

a light unto which

I had never seen

and

and as a kite in the spring wind

I felt a tug

a lifting

a healing

as ethereal fingers

flew my soul

a hallowed breeze

gentle

breathing life

birth

into the night

into my soul

as once we did

Standing on the beach

waves gently lapping my toes

that is how it is

the coming and going

standing, just standing I am

gentle waves

tickling my toes

beckoning

so when you see the sea

and those gentle waves

think of me

and the warmth

and know

I'm always

just

a

wave

away

Come see me sometime

and with your hands

reach

reach as you used to reach

hold me as you used to hold me

cup your hands

and hold my pure, clear

essence

as once you did

just holding

and taste of me

as life, given

of life, taken

of life, risen

and

drink of me

of tongue

and eye

take me

within

letting our souls mingle

as once we did

of wings

I've seen the face of God

calling me home

a fitting to be

of wings that sing

preparing the way

please let them say

to whisper of the path

that forks

and nudge the heart

to love's way

Swimming with Angels

to write

is to reach

to read

is to reach back

to comment

is to touch the divine

to comment back

is to swim with angels

If I write

will you swim with me?