she

In the garden
There was a girl
Amidst a field fallow
Tending roses
Brightly yellow

And where was he
But absent
In the recollection of days
Of tending the home
Of tending the marriage

Life takes effort
She gave for two

now she lives for one

at will

words in rows in blocks in stacks

bound

edicts of conformed behavior

of prevalent social ideologies 

of obeyance

one must 

color within
use things for their intended purpose

between

on the fringe

in the white space

lives free thought

creativity

life is impermanent

love freely

and at will

do what you gotta do for you

just don't be a whore about it

neverwhere

we are each where we are in the world

Air to my earth

Earth to your air

binding, we walk the same land

connecting, we breath the same air

determining a oneness,

we gaze at the same moon and stars and Sun

and the  polarization of grounding vs flight?

and the nature of duality?

“I wish I could feel you tonight

In the world you’re so far away

I want to reach out

And touch your heart…”

            ~ Room at the Top, Tom Petty

how poetry flows

Loretta lingers

…a week and two days out

and the jumping through hoops is killing me

on the tipping-edge

…I teeter

in the unknowing

the expectation

of having

getting my shit together ripped away at the last moment

they don’t address all the good things

in the white space between words

all the

…trying

only the bad decisions

the actions

that kept my head above water

that kept me bleeding

…ink into warm water

I am the son and the heir

I had known you once…

you were a budding hope

an Echo

that never took?

that let go too soon?

And I had known you twice…

A solid, clear knowing

my life was in the wrong place

at the wrong time

thrice..

when my brother lay dying

did I make the right decision?

and perhaps another

tall, slim, laughing eyes

only the Portuguese have a name…

for mourning things that never were

Saudade

exultation is near

In three weeks I’ll close on a house

In three weeks I’ll move

In three weeks I’ll graduate

but today is full of the sun

the kind of day for watching

Papillion or Cool Hand Luke

for laying about with dogs napping

Today is the kind of day I’ll have

in four weeks…