Swing between steps
inside and around
gently provoke a reaction
a touch or a glance
leading into a direction
pressed up against
the careful meeting
everything measured and
internalized
the heat rising against
a cold surface
making ripples electric and
hypnotized
the elegant rumor
spread savory
across a flame
a diminutive presence
wrapped up in chivalry
the hearth, contrary intuition
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Adrift
I sat in a dank and crowded room
with a man of wisdom and words
who drew parallels between
the searching and the saved
a delicate conversation
over cups of coffee and
tips left in clinking change
he took his pen and with
the same stroke
created a circle atop a circle
atop a circle
with each rotation
I somehow some way
saw some thing
varied
as he narrated a world
and history belonging to him
and also to no one
a separate sea
coming together to save them
there was no difference between time
and energy
the lines ran their course
linking between motion
a living body of text
that would guide a people
for years spanning
a thousand and more
sacred paper
dictating a prologue
to the birth of humanity
adrift on seeds floating
through the sky and
scattered throughout
the fields
the ceaseless crops
of newborn hope
with a man of wisdom and words
who drew parallels between
the searching and the saved
a delicate conversation
over cups of coffee and
tips left in clinking change
he took his pen and with
the same stroke
created a circle atop a circle
atop a circle
with each rotation
I somehow some way
saw some thing
varied
as he narrated a world
and history belonging to him
and also to no one
a separate sea
coming together to save them
there was no difference between time
and energy
the lines ran their course
linking between motion
a living body of text
that would guide a people
for years spanning
a thousand and more
sacred paper
dictating a prologue
to the birth of humanity
adrift on seeds floating
through the sky and
scattered throughout
the fields
the ceaseless crops
of newborn hope
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Patched
The leaves are falling slowly
like a million kites in the sky
against the sidewalk
and the puddles
soaking up the last
of the season
the debris and dirt
it's back to number
crunching
to calendars and no light
but we're looking
continuously
for a burst in the pipe
an overflow
of ideas
to warm us on winter nights
making sure to mind
our idleness
with busy hands
and heads computing
the next big thing
I'm sitting
trying to remember
how to make
the tattered pieces
into a spirit enlightened
by time
pushing pulling
until everything is patched over
like a million kites in the sky
against the sidewalk
and the puddles
soaking up the last
of the season
the debris and dirt
it's back to number
crunching
to calendars and no light
but we're looking
continuously
for a burst in the pipe
an overflow
of ideas
to warm us on winter nights
making sure to mind
our idleness
with busy hands
and heads computing
the next big thing
I'm sitting
trying to remember
how to make
the tattered pieces
into a spirit enlightened
by time
pushing pulling
until everything is patched over
Threshold.
I'm sitting at the edge of a rock
spinning
and watching as the threshold opens
into a meandering wave of
polarity
searching for a manner
in which to guide
the needle north
as it tumbles out of control
spinning
fixate now on familiarity
in this unfamiliar terrain
slide against the grains
that oppose you
digging further deeper downward
banging our heads together for
a mighty solution
that will alleviate
all these worries
cascading
a thin sliver
is all that separates
us
my fists are closed and ready
my feet firmly on the ground
waiting to pounce
a victory in sight
and defeat in the rear view
spinning
determined to break through
spinning
and watching as the threshold opens
into a meandering wave of
polarity
searching for a manner
in which to guide
the needle north
as it tumbles out of control
spinning
fixate now on familiarity
in this unfamiliar terrain
slide against the grains
that oppose you
digging further deeper downward
banging our heads together for
a mighty solution
that will alleviate
all these worries
cascading
a thin sliver
is all that separates
us
my fists are closed and ready
my feet firmly on the ground
waiting to pounce
a victory in sight
and defeat in the rear view
spinning
determined to break through
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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