Metamorphosis

After eight days
In a foreign land
One begins to believe
Every bad driver endured
On a narrow winding road
Is American

Or a midday pint is proper
Smithwick’s
Or Guinness
Would do just fine

Rain becomes fair play
And sun, dislodges from the sky
As the strangeness
Of stranger evaporates
Imperceptibly
With the forward lurching
Of time

Endless April

Overwhelmed with May

I’d hoped

It would wait

Until I was ready

But there is no mercy

No cosmic bending

Goodbyes close in

Building dams in my eyes 

Catching in my throat

I watched her swell

Under my skin

Watched her fight

Past my body

Into her world

Watched her love

And loved her watching 

Now it is May

No space to stay small

No slowing her pace

And all that must fall away

Time to let go

Again

Time to watch her fight

Past a childhood too narrow 

To remain 

Time for May 

Trail Closed

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The bridge isn’t sound
The one we traversed
A hundred times before
The sign is posted
We’ve been warned
And now a new path
Has been roughed in
One of soft mud
Tender earth
Virgin soil
We are sure to emerge muddy
Should we choose this
Over what we know
Our well worn
Unstable bridge
That one day
Is sure to give way
Under the weight
Of our stubbornness

Change

Today is lavender
It is hovering between
Purple and gray
It is new information
Going to seed
In my flooded brain

Today is quiet confusion
A peaceful chaos
A jigsaw puzzle spread out
On New Year’s Day
Begin at the corners

Today is born new
With stale edges
We will soon slice away
When we find a moment
Safe for cutting

Today I think of him
How the unbelievable blue
Of his eyes
Held me
How he closed his laptop
And turned his body
Toward mine

Today we are aware
Of our drift
The movement shift
That is always present
Though so rarely perceived
Until we turn toward the shore
And discover we have moved
Hundreds of yards
And thousands of hours
From where we once were
Before…today

Marriage Fall

  Marriage Fall

 

It is particularly evident

When we change

When we are 

Exposed to the process

Oxidizing under the light of day 

 

It is glaring

In these moments just how differently we …

Essentially opposite in hue

Juxtaposed contrasted and born anew, bloom

 

Against one another

While deep and warm, underground 

Our roots still cling

Entwined, unseen 

Knotted in life’s intimacy 

We grew