Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fear Not

Trust me enough
to let me stand to my full height
without reprimand.

Sing with me as I test
the strength and reach of my voice

for I must.

I have long outgrown the tiny space
marked out for myself so many years ago,
and no choice remains
but to at last become
who I am.

You must have known
this day would come,

or did you think



were just for show?


pare away the unnecessary
the self-serving elements
pull off all want and need
neither requirements
nor conditions
may remain

love unencumbered
will meet no
on its way
and this
its mark

Saturday, October 25, 2008

till the very last

I can no longer firmly fix
your face
after so much time,
without a photograph,

but diving deeper into memory
I can still breathe in your singular scent,
feel the exact measure of your arms,
the precise pressure and shape
of your embrace,
and rest
against the muffled thunder
of your heartbeat…

…you are here
and I draw deep of your
generous strength.

If memory must erode with time,
then let my sight go first.

This…I would keep
till the very last.

On the Day of the Funeral

a caramel cake for you.
made just the way Granny taught me.

burn the sugar
until you’re sure it’s ruined,
stir the smoking, sputtering liquid
into sweet buttery cream, then
spoon over split layers of
golden cake.

as friends come
to sit with you
in your raw, fresh grief
and to remember,

share with them a cup
of strong hot coffee
and a taste of this,

rich and dark
and sweet.


I carry my burden
to the river's edge
and kneeling, pour my sorrows
into its rippling murk.
The flashing waters swallow
my offering whole -
no hint of hesitation,
no judgement for my failings.

I rise, raw and clean,
and watch the rolling muddy green
bear away my shame
in its rush to the sea.
A warm and tender breeze
caresses my face,
dries my tears,
and I hear...

The river sings
its ancient song
of life and death
and hope,
of every season,
of every sunrise,
of every passing storm...

I stand
and listen long
to the soft and intricate

The river sings
its ancient song...

I drink.