5/13/10

The boy weeps

like an orphaned

fawn

comprehending

the vastness

of the ocean's

depth

after watching

a summer storm

for the first time

as an ethereal

satellite scans

the intricacies

of continental

drift

5/12/10

We become

dissatisfied

when we have

nothing

to complain

of

12/2?/10

He often guessed and struck at the air hoping to grasp any notion of how he arrived, what crux propelled the decisions to reach his current standing. But he felt alive, he was well.

What strikes so prominently each time she entered his thought, he sought with energies immersed in wonder. Standing atop a mountain, he looked beyond, hoping to find his contentment in others. Yet his confusion was never in what he found; it was the assumed certainty with which he sought answers, comfort, solace. So taxing were his vain attempts for revelations he tried to force prudence upon. Any glimpse of appreciation would drown those anxieties, however much removed their duration; he would have killed for one vantage, he would eternally mourn for one returning smile of contentment. His conclusions were amiss, his faith ramshackle.

And now he is swaddled in the warmth of bestowed grace, a horizon of new reality. The searching ceased, he sits in mere wonder, astonished at the beauty the world can hold, the creeds that love can promulgate. What awe love can stimulate in the lights of truth, the hues of what we never knew capable. The intricacies of existence, of intimacy, affection, appreciation and care. It is unsettling the wasted words once purported as truth. Oh grace, how much we have yet to learn and more so will never know.

Another season passed so suddenly, airing an ambivalence to caution. How January suns can reveal so much in low looming cumulus. So many trials await, causing sensations, the anticipation in those kindred souls; a constant search for destinations already reached. And he begins, he hopes, to overcome the weight of uncertainty as the days are tackled. Calling upon strengths and dissecting failed attempts, but letting the notions vanish of feeling at fault. He moves on asking

Where are you now?

What are you doing?

What are your hopes?

What is your purpose?

5/8/10 #2

A breast coat

wraps shoulders

sweetly

carrying pride

assumed relevance

buttoning

elevated ancestry

to present passioning.

Suspenders hold more

than sagging shorts

or wayside wonderings.

4/??/10

Wake and rise,

to push and crawl

over hills of accomplished

deeds and doubts.

Someone is always first

and everyone the next.

The darting vireo

searching the shrubs

of the present,

escaping sumacs

of our past.

We gotta follow her down

leave the protecting

windrows,

barreling to the

burnt south.

Black-capped,

white-cheeked

the warmth is all

she seeks

from the home-scape

of our doubt.

The other comes

loud and brash

with love forsaken,

self-fixed and tumbling,

their eyes know

no aversion

for they carry

all lost.

5/9/10

Monsters curl their claws

under lids,

pawing at

microbial mulch

that separate
the telling signs

of past summers

crisply burnt,

forgotten flakes

of scabs, peelings

hiding, fearing

the false purity

that arrives beneath

smothering blanket

snowscapes.

4/29/10

Creep virginia,

up the bark

It's inherent, premordial

the companionship sought

Alone we consume

everything about us,

with pondering

evasive and unyielding

So was a time,

when hearths breathed

non-sensory comforts,

when one's heart,

the hearth.

5/8/10

The leather

is pulled taut

over the tall stool,

the intestinal skin

of a yearling fowl

standing,

a stork perched

upon legs once study,

above pools

of sublime scum,

glowing and effervescent

rendering

the fleeting feelings
of a child's scabbed knee

watching the ball

saunter towards

the goal

half-hoped

and lastly recognizing