Words sent through space

Longing expressions

Sent here and there

As rare spaces open

Darts shot

Through cracks in a wall

Sitting in the chute

On old Canadian shield

As the water rushes past

From the dam above my head

And i, i am in love

Of course

A whirling, rapid excess

That spills chaotic from me

And scares passersby in a way

That suggests warning signs

Should be posted ’round my space

“Danger – chance of drowning!”

We are born like caterpillars

Fresh and bright we eat everything in sight

We climb each brown branch that sways

Reaching out for us like embracing arms

Tanned dark in the baking  summer sun

As if we sense that change is coming

That curiosity transforms to new yearning

And we settle into ourselves to cocoon

That we might emerge as something else

Designed to fly unshakable and free

Heading off to new lands and new loves;

Though some never fully escape chrysalis

And drag the past with them as they go

Crushed beneath the unnatural weight

Of former times, best forgotten

Of former people best forgotten

Dreaming of the skies

And fading into the forever blue

Carried away by the wind

Breathtaking and new

Water slaps the belly of the dock

And when I close my eyes

It’s an ogre

Stomping a circuit

Trying to discover

Where I have hidden myself

But it cannot find me

It cannot see

I am lost in the waves

Low in the troughs

And it is dark here

Everything is unseen

But it keeps searching

Putting me to sleep

I was born a grain of sand

Tumbling through life

Picking up grit and bits

Of strangers

And others I knew

I am conglomerate

A gathering of discarded smiles

Of laughs and cries

Yearning music by moaning musicians

And certain random fashion sense

You can see the pebbles and broken shells

That fell from the others

To be rolled up by me

Like katamari

Calcifying into my concrete self

at G L A C I A L speed;

I will roll over where you’ve been

Picking up personality

Like cat hair onto a lint brush

And you will wonder

At the Déjà vu

Of seeing me with parts of you

How does one become

What they once were

And undo all that has made them

The thing they are now?

Shall i scrape off the past

Like barnacles from a ship

That has journeyed too long

In the unknown, darker waters

Where the past latches on

And refuses to let go?

Shall we take the night time coin

Meant for silent Charon

And purchase a clean, new skin

Fresh and free

Of burdensome memory?

Or will we collapse from the weight

Of this corrosive state

Never to be like what we were

When our world began?

When we are near

I pour myself into you

And you

You pour yourself into me

I am slowly becoming you

You are slowly becoming me

Until, over time

You and I are we;

And I –

I live in you

And you –

You live in me,

A kind of eternity

I see the bird

It comes to the feeder

Back and forth

Back and forth

All the great, long day

Eat, eat, eat

Live, fly, sing

What do I know

About the stress of birds

Still

There seems to be a peace

We may have forgotten

To wake

To know

How to go about living

A simple here i am

In this place

Let me do what it takes

To stay in this space

Until I’m not

I can smell a storm coming

From miles and miles away

It’s something I could do

The scent of rain and iron

Hang heavy in the air

I can smell a storm coming

Like an army over the horizon

And everything gets quiet

Like an attempt at too normal

Before the black skies tear

I can smell a storm coming

Will it wash the filth away

Or come drown us in it

I can smell a storm coming

Go warn the ones who care

There is a kind of glory in a rain-washed day

of blue, and green, and golden sun spray

And if there were a god

This is where they’d be

In this small, quiet moment

Alone in this place with me

But i am content

To breathe it in

To let it caress my skin

A solitary witness