saturday

stretch
warm sunlight enters
the waiting winter windows
colour slowly wakes

carnival
up or down? in/out?
I make my way down your paths
slow crazy circles

recognition

tempest
twisting and storming
a cauldron of molten thought
fierce white blinding joy

flood
holding still your eyes
the river inside surges
crystal clear intent

windows/glances
to what is inside of me
new to me too
I just sat down
and let the words come
no preset or goal
it feels odd, but honest
to write this way
I had no idea what was waiting
there they are
it is what it is

uncovered

two very different ones tonight
my mind is in too many places at once
making it hard to focus on even three lines at a time
but, maybe, it is the best time to write
when I don't even know myself
what will emerge

dome
so very quiet
and still, this evening light
encased in gold glass

molten
from earth through my soles
I feel the pull of raw life
skin flows with fire