How do I show you, What you evoke in me? Beyond the beauty, the love, Emanating from your entire being, Is Earth's heart. Beyond those eyes, And soothing hands, A labour of creation, A calm wildfire. Beyond the pain, And the resilience, The trials endured, Reside's humanity's lifeline. You evoke in me, A yearning for your essence, Unseen yet universal, Intangible yet coursing.
I walk this path, On my shoulders, Those who are with me now, And those who have passed. I carry them on every path, Some are always there, Some come and go, Some are forgotten. I pay no mind, To how many there are, They are weightless, Resting on my shoulders. When my steps falter, When I stumble, Or slow down, They go to work. Some crawl into my mind, Some dive into my spirit, Some wait to be called on, To heal. They are always there, Pleading for attention, They cannot do their work, If they remain unacknowledged. To be aware of them, An act of self-love, To acknowledge their presence, An act of self-acceptance. Returning to my shoulders, They take their rightful place, I am grateful for them, Standing up, I return to my path.
There There I exit a home Onto a street A perpetual noise Warmth radiates from every surface The wind is constant The sea beautiful and vast A mere distance away Nothing too far To be drowned at whim I like it there For many reasons Mirth is passed from hand to hand Not portioned and accounted Smiles come as easily As pain Here Here I exit a home Onto a street Quiet The silence always a foreshadow Overwhelms the scenery Blank stares Generalized coldness I can make this work This is my here The water is tame And far enough I like it here For many reasons Peaceful and safer So much space Enough space to keep out And be kept out Effortlessly Written Spring 2020
With its perpetual gatekeepers Self-championing Panicked by sights Of difference Their flat affect Flummoxed breathing Pens clawing at writing pads Frantic, mad inspectors "Cannot be allowed" Are you looking? Gasp Writing pads jerked Closer to their hollowed out chests Exposed internal organs Glossy and dripping With no beat Their notes top secret They presume The results are in Your irregular corners Were not assembly-lined The blemishes are here Here and there and there Foundation built on strange earth Alien This just cannot be allowed And yet my results are also in Strike normativity Push this sick monoculture Reshape its edges Until it is unsightly Enough to allow all shapes And hold it open Until the gatekeepers Rigid antiquated beasts Melt Like wicked witches
Spotlight and music Watch her dance Beats colouring her steps Commanding movements Musical notes take notice Apparating mid-air Bobbing to her rhythm Watch the watchers Hearts defibrillated Desires syncopated Eyes caught in her magnet Some see the beating steps Some follow the flowing curves Some see the happy musical notes Watch the spectacle Of the spectacle Unexpected social unison Unrecognized merriment A harmony of attentions A chorus of consciousness Beating to its own rhythm
I’ve forgotten how to write,
The summer has been so bright,
And the creative well runs light,
Dear reader, I know, what a sight,
Excuse me while I take time to make this right.
Those dark eyes
Still plummet the soul
Bracing, hoping for gentle waves
Or a well
But the only truth waiting
Is solid ground
And we return
And become ourselves