When she’s gone

the way she smelled of fresh rain,
of soil and water releasing
running down her fingers and legs
that girl was so much water

Earth

this is not a metaphor

I am in love
with the life that emerges
from hidden and forgotten spaces
cracks of green in gray cement
life cannot keep
from living again

whisper secret desires
and watch the seeds
you planted flower

home is where love surrounds you,
enveloping and washing away
the sore and ache
carried from worlds away

we of the world –
drinking poison,
as we laugh in that frightened way
to reassure ourselves
that everything is fine

the collective cry
of millions of animals,
humans and trees
reminding us
we don’t deserve what we have

I close the windows
and the roar becomes a trickle.
But pain demands to be felt
it does not like to be shut out.

the light of the full moon
ripples over the humming inlet
the diamond atop
a diadem of pines
shadowed against the night sky

Light peeking through leaves A perfect circle shining Illuminating vines And earthy morning goodness This is what I call – … More