Tuesday, July 20, 2021

I am still here

 

I am still here
The game
cinnamon, paint,
chickens we do not need, gardens that do not feed us
We keep shuffling forward
Playing at house and peace and learning
But I am still here
Even if I can save no one
Not even myself
Even if my best is not good enough
Even as in distant lands the war rages
Even as our houses crumble and we
and our neighbors
shoot ourselves up
With whatever we can get our hands on
Electric dreams, virtual hugs
Cans, viles, pipes
of temporary rightness
Maybe one day i will be bold
And sunshine will flow from my lips and fingertips
Or i will fly from a bridge up
Up into the either
But today I, you,
we have made it through another day
Even as my world crumbles into craziness
Or I see the craziness of how our world was created
How futile to be born just to fight dying
Crazy crazy people
Give up the fight
You can not win
Kneel down
Kneel down
Kneel down and give up
Caste aside the illusions of what our enemies are
Cast aside your fight
Oh great being we so want you to exist
To save us from meaninglessness.
Oh sweet belief
Come down and kiss us
Carry this burden for us
But if i let go
Let go deep
Deep into the gorge
Of the pain,
there,
For an instant I feel relief
There i see again
I am still here.
Again I taste the bitter sweetness
And tomorrow I may stand
Waiting before the sunlight
Knowing i do not know
I will step forward

Friday, January 15, 2021

Goodbye

 Today I drove my friend to have her most beautiful dog, Olivia, put to sleep. In her honor a poem came for all the goodbyes I have made or ever will make.  Today could be our last day. I will love while I can.  


Goodbye Olivia and your sweet loving eyes, pools of wonder, and the little stick or gift you would bring me every time I came over. 

Goodbye Beaver, your beauty and unending devotion 

Goodbye Ray and your sexy lopsided smile and your stories of galavanting through the world

Goodbye to my children being babies I can hold

Goodbye to nursing and falling asleep with a baby in my arms

Goodbye to toddlers running through my house

Goodbye to being the mother of giddy children who dance and do somersaults on the couch

Goodbye to endless hours of reading to children in bed

Goodbye to my youthful skin and long dark hair

Goodbye to having a young sexy body 

Goodbye to the joy of playing dressing up and admiring my maidenhood

Goodbye to big eyes to put mascara on

Goodbye to talking to my best friend on the phone for hours

And Goodbye to the years my mother was my best friend and we reveled in the joy of having been brought together

Goodbye to my mother

And to my father, getting ready to leave this world

My protectors and admires. 

Goodbye to the drama and excitement of youth and being in love for the first time 

Goodbye to innocence and hopes and dreams

Goodbye falling in love with writing and dancing and music

Goodbye to my children, I hope I leave first and you weep and weep and then have a beautiful world to carry on in

Goodby to partners and all the pulling and struggling we did

And all the sharing and being there for each other

Goodbye to gardens and trees and leaves and all the wonderful sounds of the world

And the million of shades of color

Goodbye cold air and warm sun and moon light

Goodbye to the hum of life and tortured humanity, I love you and forgive you

And I am so grateful to have seen you and felt you. 



Friday, June 19, 2020

I did not know I was thirsty
until I saw the water
I didn't know how much my heart needed you
until I saw your eyes
and joined my voice with yours
I did not know the hunger in my soul
until I felt again
the completeness of connecting to others



I danced with my mother tonight

I danced with my mother tonight
And she watched me dance.


There will be a last time we dance 
Together
Smiling, laughing  
Or not 
looking at each other.


A last time she dances
Doing that thing she does with her mouth
Wiggling her hips, strutting 
Clapping here and there to the music
Her legs that no longer fully straighten or fully bend
still stoat, still move close to in time with the beat.


There will be a last time I dance for her 
Have her adoring mother eyes gaze upon me as if I were a gift of wonder 
she is beholding. 


There will be a last time 
I dance
A last time I turn 
And spin
A last time I hear music
And let all the rage and frustrations 
All the years of disappointment come shattering out 
I last time I roll and stretch on the sweet wood of the studio floor
And wrap my myself around the rhythm of the crushing beauty and pain
and then feel my arms 
My arms 
turn into feathers and wings
and float up 

and touch heaven

Monday, May 4, 2020

I don't want to convince you

I don't want to convince you
or cajol you
argue with you
or take from you
I don't want to triumph over you
or defeat you
I don't want to impress you
or defend myself to you
nor gain your admiration
I don't want to lead you
or teach you

I just want to look into your eyes
and see you
just you
I want to see the tears well up
the pools of water
ready to leave you
I want to reach back with you
through this life time
and all the ones before
and rage at the incomprehensible pain of it all
the terribleness of our gods
how forsaken we are
abused
neglected

Today I want to press my lips to your salty forehead
stroke your soft wrinkled hand
your powdery youthful cheek
I want to hold your shaking shoulders
kneel beside you
and hear our guts
try to roar out of our mouths
I want to come to that moment
with you
where you have to stop crying to take a new breath
else you choke
oh why why
were we put here?
why were we made like this?
I want to let our questions
our pain
rise up in the air
and feel it join all the ones before
and know
and know
know
that we are not alone.




Questions not included in Poem:
why do we fight to stay alive
why do we torment others,
pass our pain on and on and on?
why must we be given gifts
just to have them stolen away?

Monday, December 23, 2019

A wild run


In general, I am averse to risk
I am homebody, a nester

But
I know the pleasure of running down a hill, your legs spinning under you,
you realize you've lost control, you might trip at any moment
and you are scared,
tumbling
feeling the air with each bounce
but also
you are wild and free
carefree of the crash until it happens
In awe of the risk
caught in the wonder of momentum
for a few seconds, time is timeless
the end has not been reached
and the joy of being alive bursts through your body
extends out
and wraps your tiny self
around the whole great earth

Body of Civilization
now we are running
down the hill
tumbling faster than we can control
scared
sad
but oh what a wild ride it has been
how beautiful the music we have created
the lights and explosions we released
The power of the sun we liberated from wood and gas
and the magic of understanding
We have lifted our selves up into the sky
and talked through the clouds
We swam with dolphins
and made millions of babies
and millions of laughs
We looked at tiny crystal cells and mapped our genes

Civilization, I am but one cell in your body
and I weep for our choice
But I love you
I forgive you
and I am grateful for the wild ride












 


Sunday, December 15, 2019

A hole is never empty

A hole is never empty
Something always fills it
Air
or water
or sand

Bark 
Or bugs
Leaves
Minerals 
Blood
scar 
puss

Pain
or time
or love

A hole is never empty
Something always fills it
Silence as big as a mountain 
Or a baby’s cry

Like children at the beach
We learn 
The edges collapse 

And the water rushes in

Here is my prescription for the vast majority of us: You need to be in a relatively safe place outside with others