Here We Go, Together.

Lately I've been thinking about separation. It began a while ago when I was watering our garden out back. I was using water from the rain water catchment and because we live in the desert and rain water doesn't come daily, or even monthly for that matter, I was much more careful. I paid close attention to where the hose was, how much water each plant got and that I sprinted back to the catchment when the watering was complete. And then I thought, why am I only acting this way with the rain water? If I were using water from a faucet, why would I be more likely to waste? It's not as if there is a limitless supply of water in the world. And then I realized that i's because perhaps when I turn on a faucet I don't SEE where the water is coming from, or SEE i being depleted. So, when I can't see the results of my actions or the source of my resources, it makes the usage less personal, and less important. Which is extremely unfortunate because the majority of our reso...

4/24 I see into you with eyes anew Once you said what you said- What you said was true. For you found me far Away I was.  And through Layers of skin, saw hope for love. My presence had drifted Until you said what you said- When you said, I lifted Up away from the ground If just barely Like a hair pulled only by a fairy. My hand fell steadier upon your chest As you said, and I heard, just what you said. And said you where our bodies lay rest Closer words to perfection within Me wrapped in embrace. For said things wilt unless grown in grace.

5/3 Outside, inside Black, white. Glass in between You and me. Here, come in Inside the glass Into the space Out of the out. No, outside she stays- Crazy. Inside is sane In-sane. Who? It’s hard to tell. We’re separated Or so we think. By what? Glass? Yes, if only to Keep you out. But a face is a covering A faux, an image. Who, what, lies in the skin We don’t care- You’re out, we’re in. Maybe we’ve failed A true test of time The answer walked away From the glass of divide.

4/21 I decided not to read the magazine Just to hold it over my head. It seemed silly to read - words make me sweat So instead they will do what I won't regret. Because if I keep on reading I might know more. Tiny shapes called letters form life altering lines: Letters of love, lyrics for soul, purposeful signs.  So why put them in my head,rather than on top? Would I wish the risk to shift my views, plans, my pure white skin? I feel wise in this decision, but then again...

4/19 Boredom . On a day with nothing to do it seems easy to go mad. crazy-mad, that is. Not like mad that across the street there is a sprinkler. Which does make me mad- in Arizona? Really? But there has to be something I could learn, make go or sit.  And inactively await a purpose. And be bored- I am bored. I'm bored of this poem. 

3/22 In this corner you might find: a yellow butterfly, floating Styrofoam pieces, a stabbing ache, newborn somethings beginning to unwind broken glasses on the ground I'm sorry. Faint music lost, just enough smoke to blink again, Crumpled notes of remembrance found. Where the lines come together seems smooth to touch- a crease. But closer eye can see a slight jagged slit, thin as a feather. Is it dark and vast or brightly acute? Pulling apart these solid sides or eyes squinting focus  will never grant reach to what's past. Because beyond is unknown  This corner stands alone. or does it? can it? It's own existence can't be on its own. Each length connects to elsewhere. To somewhere- something- someone To touch an else. Stretching- stretching up, out, down, away! The pulling, pushing- anywhere but here. But the core, the crevice, the corner is here, folding in. Pulling back to the unanswerable opening. contradicting the outward sc...

The T-station seemed remarkably still while trains were out of ear-shot. Besides a few quiet conversations, the sound that filled the tunnel was the old-timey voice of a scruffy blind man singing- his cane keeping the beat. He sang clearly, and in my opinion, much better than the majority of wanna-be-pop-stars featured on American Idol. Maybe millions of people pass by But they all disappear from view Cuz I only have eyes for you. I looked around at all the others waiting quietly for the next orange line train. And I knew we were all remembering our own love stores. While not everyone might admit to it, a romantic Ella tune magically takes you to another place. I wondered later what thoughts came to my fellow travelers during those moments… A woman’s broken heart of a recently lost love; A husband’s reminder to get those flowers for his wife on the way home; A teenager’s dream of someone to call her own. Whether this man’s A Cappella love songs brought smile, tear, or wish, we all...