Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Come Sea

And when he touches your lips
With his long finger to linger
On what you long to say,
Don't push him away.
He is telling you of his silent love.
Words don't come, but his soul
Is in his hands, he is giving
All he has ever known.

This tender moment when you want to question,
Let it be, hold your breath.
But don't forget to breathe.
He’s telling you he'll never leave you.
He's unaware of words to stammer,
He's underwater and grateful
You'll go there with him.

You've seen his depths
And he sees you'll hold his hand
And swim down to the reef,
Your lungs about to burst--
He told you to exhale first.
There’s just stillness
This close to every color God thought of,
You need to see more of this…
He wants to show you
The thinnest stripe on a
technicolor swimming thing
That bites your wrist.

This is his sea,
His life and depth,
The reason you each practiced
Holding your breath
As children across a gulf from
One another.
And for this rhyme?
He was always your brother in time.

You'll surface together in a moment,
But first, let the pressure
Of paradise do its worst
Until you let go of all the space
That keeps you apart,
Until you fill his lungs with more than air,
Until you see him nod
And see God…
And surface together gasping,
Eager to ride the squeezing bubbles
Of life and swim down again…

Into the tickle of his touch,
His toes on your thigh,
As you fly where no sun can spoil the skin,
Where fins and shells are grown and shed,
Where mystery is bred.
Give him your weightless hand
And watch his eyes when he points to the world
He wants to inhabit together.
Listen to his muffled laugh
And wonder with him a while...

Thursday, August 9, 2012


Feet under me, 
past behind me, 
I feel a tap on my shoulder, 
I turn to find
Your bright face,
Your words
Strumming regret, and yet singing
Kindness for me
Saying what I've longed to hear
For years, since we met

When it all lay ahead
A desert, oasis, mountains, seas...
Even then your travels
Had me listening at the wall
Drawn around you by women

I placed a bookmark
In our pages,
Something to come back to
When our places
When your feet grew tired
And you were thirsty
From the salt of tears,

As dreams loom
Elusive now
And anger spoils the landscape,
Take the lenses from my eyes
And see how I see you:

See your sweet smile
And the wide, open space
For love to slip
Into your arms.

Once you charmed me,
The future clanging through
The Windchime.
Now you touch me,
Your words moving over me
In firm strokes,
My skin receiving them,
Yeilding to your mercy.

In the freedom of this moment,
I realize I waited for you
More than one lifetime
Digging a garden
To the music of my memory
Of you...

Just a tune from a restless time
As you sing your words,
As you strum the strings
And I find the seeds
Were planted long ago--
Dormant energy
Toward the sun--
We lay down to
Watch it grow...

And you were never alone,
We were here in the garden.
Even as we trudged the earth,
We were dancing in the garden,
Spinning circles.

Now your dusty feet I wash,
Dry them with my hair,
Set them in the leafy vines
That line the path we made
Nourished by our tears.
So we will share the endless Well
And you will never thirst--
You've found it again.

Vine around me where we lay
As the past rots to feed our roots
And wisdom humidifies
To cloud the pain,
And we ripen
Just to share the sweetness
Of ourselves with each other.

The salt of all the struggling years
Giving way to the middle
Where I lay my head
As you rest your vibrating hands
On my healing places
And I wet the tip of time with my tongue...

Love is everywhere, hanging from the trees
Chiming in the breeze of yesterday
Reminding me that we are here
Because of its grace
As I turn to your face
As I turn to the future
As I turn in circles
With you