July 2014


Rain:
Sometimes Question
Sometimes Statement
Often
Request.
Silence
Offering yellow finches
A stage
made of sky and green.

Invited to an artist salon:
Stand to be witnessed.
Words spill from gut
Heart pounds
Dismantle
defenses
One swathe at a time
Stand naked
Stop only when nothing left can safely be removed.
Could skin be
Removed
rib cage
Revealed
Would I reach in thru organs?
Bones holding bones?
Holding heart in hand out stretched
Then maybe I could express
What I am trying to find
To leave behind.
Explain
How
You
Are in that body
And
I am
In this.

The only thing better than silence
Is someone to share it with.

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I notice the distance in me and the impatience…..
How when I leave or
Hang
Up the phone
I wish I would have waited a little longer
Been more present
Less afraid ……

Those bones keep calling.
Their dust and marrow
Scattered

Sifting Desert
Ocean floor
Great Lakes shores
And
The Shadows,Bogs and cobbled
streets of our homeland
Voices whispering

Seeking to be unraveled for
What remains
when everything else is missing.

There is something in the emptiness of words
That is intimidating.
Like a ghost you hear or the angels that guide you…
Wanting so desperately to know them directly but fear calling their names…
What if they are real?
The circus arrived.
Not out of need or want but necessity.
Necessity….as the bones gone dry turn brittle and disappear..
We churn this magic into a living.
Into a mystery.
Into screams and howls,laughter and levity.
Organ music and
the wind like whispers of days past
echoing,
searching
to return to their source
by way of cold blood.
Seven dollars
heart race
Draw back your curtain……
We are waiting…..
for you….
Come in…..