The great storm is coming: for days I watch it creep across the vast ocean East and everywhere When you arrive all howls and beating wings uprooting every sacred thing I can only stand humbled and amazed
Reflection
I sit, resolved to tell myself the whole truth of this life what is ugly and beautiful sweet and bitter on my tongue But I do not see clearly hear as through deep water too dark to fathom
Sleep
I launch myself out across the great silence relieved for a few hours of the click-clacking and tap-tapping of this ordinary life
Purple
Purple is a stranger exhumed by my demand for order and routine Everything must go with every other thing but all your shades defy: violet, lilac, grape and all that is swollen, bruised
Leaves
Leaves drop here as your world springs to life We reach toward the horizons of each other hope someday to press warm hands in welcome
Mistake
What a mistake to ask for so little expect even less
Wanting
Today I want to want so much better than a vast expanse of unhurried indifference
Surprise
It is a surprise to finally meet the ordinariness of a life in the cutlery drawer and soap dish I thought it would be more you said, tucking the sheet rocking the baby on your shoulder
Elation
You, too, might be elated knowing soon and very soon you could pack up give away every dish glass, pan, and fork to someone hungry to make a bare room home
Truffles
Chocolate peanut butter truffles rolled between wet palms incited the tiniest of riots between ready tongue and palate