Some look up
to glimpses of blue
through the gray,
to lost words
and forgotten meanings,
others still within
to the hues and shades
of hope yet uncovered.
I only need look
into the ever-growing
depths of your eyes
to find salvation.
I have traced every shadow across your faces for some hint of how the years ahead will press and pull the crevices and fragility, but no matter how long I stare the visage eludes me.
Someday years from now I’ll look back on today and see how these innocent and unbridled smiles came to be the crafted smirks of grace, amazed at how you were once as you are now, and by then I’ll all but have forgotten how the street only goes one way and how many hours I spent in vain trying to force the flow against time itself.
I know all this
could never be
is a mountain
for a Monday.
So? What of it?
It’s not as if the sky is caving in,
or the seas turned to mounds of salt,
or the idea of cookies no more.
Come morning it’ll be worthless.
Disgusting, even. Then what?
Either way it’ll be tossed out.
So what does it matter if it’s got
rabbits instead of princesses?
It’s a diaper, for cryin’ out loud.
Stop making a fuss and put it on.
There are bones and there are words,
neither more disenfranchising,
yet both so much less enlightening
than the sound of tears falling in love.
Better to have a loving logic
than to love logic over corners
and shadows, for tones and hues
are much more nimble there.
It’s not the stillness of night we fear
but the stiffness of an end to opportunity,
the finality of the day’s regrets and hopes
we find so hard to fit within our matrix.
If I were a breeze passing through
would I care what once set me free
or what blockades and treachery
await me there in the horizon’s jaws?
Ask me again tomorrow and we’ll see.
You are a ladder
You are a string
A parade of clouds
to an addicting beat
You are a shadow
Eternal life through
and unbridled joy
You are nothing
as a laugh
but twice as effective
the inescapable need
in midsummer rain,
no one gets you
or where you find
such endless smiles.
And that’s something
to be proud of.