in me a wine
I want to pour for you—
each sip made
from a thousand tiny bells
still waiting to ring
Posts Tagged ‘connection’
One for Your Glass
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, connection, poem, poetry, wine on December 28, 2017| 2 Comments »
One Invitation
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, poem, poetry, punctuation, semi colon on September 26, 2017| Leave a Comment »
the semicolon,
ever winking, ever promising
two independents can come together—
a tiny constellation
glittering beneath my pinkie
The Exchange
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chemistry, connection, poem, poetry, spider mite on January 19, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Wiping the spider mites
off the gardenia,
I am not proud of the work.
I know the nearly invisible pests
will not go away
if nothing is done.
The gardenia will die
if they thrive.
I reduce us all to protons
and electrons, gluons and quarks,
all of us more similar than not,
perhaps even exchanging
parts as I move the damp cloth
across the leaves
in an attempt
to keep something whole
even as the world
spins apart.
Why I Attend Choir Concerts
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged attitude, choir, connection, depression, poem, poetry, singing on December 11, 2016| 1 Comment »
Walking on the muddy path, I try
to convince myself it would be easy
to be happy. I’m not hurt, my family is well,
and the sun is almost out. I tell myself,
look, look how the ice from last night’s storm
clings to the tips of the branches
and, as it melts, see how the whole world
seems to gather in a drop. But there is a snarl
deep within that is snagged in the thorns,
trapped in the ice, intent on locking itself
out of heaven. It scowls at the wind,
at the sound of the traffic, it grimaces
at the story of itself and retells the same
sad story. It is hours later I notice
how easy it is to fall in love with the world—
how it takes no effort, no convincing at all
to weep at the beauty of hundreds of people
singing together, oh the deep melting,
how the whole world gathers in a drop.
One Wandering
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, loneliness, poem, poetry on June 5, 2016| 1 Comment »
Out of Obstacles
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, path, poem, poetry, wall on May 28, 2016| 4 Comments »
Walls will only crush you when they fall.
—Ray La Montagne, “Be Here Now”
So when
a wall forms
between us
let’s
reuse each
brick as cobblestone
we’ll build
our own path
as we go.
Tether
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, friendship, love, poem, poetry, release on May 2, 2016| 3 Comments »
for Corinne
It is muddy, the road,
and steep, and that feels,
somehow, just right today
as we walk with no sense
of destination. You tell me
your dreams. I tell you mine.
By accident, I find myself
holding the string of your hoodie—
the long blue ribbon has swung
from your waist
into my hand, and somehow
it becomes just enough
of a lifeline for me to weep,
as if this thin connection
to you is enough of a tether
that whatever in me
has been trying to be strong,
can crumple.
Sometimes we don’t know
just how much we need each other
until, by chance, we find ourselves
strangely connected. Umbilical,
we are all each other’s children.
As we walk, we see the spindrift
of small avalanches misting at the end
of the box canyon. Such dangerous beauty.
Something inside each of us longs
for this kind of release.
We walk on, and talk and listen.
Each time I take hold of the string,
I begin again to weep. There is no shame in this.
We reach a turning point—
though it is arbitrary.
On the way down,
you take my hand
and we swing our arms with our gait.
When we let go,
I feel in my hand where your warmth has been.
All day, I feel tethered.
All day, I remember
how beautiful it was,
the snow as it fell
through the cliffs.
Dear Scarecrow
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged brain, connection, poem, poetry, scarecrow on March 19, 2016| 6 Comments »
I, too, wish to confer with the flowers.
I, too, wish to consult with the rain,
but I have spent so many years
learning that I’ve lost the ability
to speak and listen in these natural tongues.
Today I sat beside an old spruce tree
for an hour and never understood
what it had to tell me. I tried.
Perhaps that is the problem, the trying.
I don’t know how to do it any other way.
Oh Scarecrow, I know too much.
Me and all my certainties. I’ve made walls
out of what I took as wisdom, and now
I cannot see around them. I made
stories out of facts and histories, and now
I cannot hear the spruce. I can barely
hear my own wild heart as it shouts
in some strange language I have
filed away or perhaps I never knew?
Oh this brain, how it costumes
everything else into terms of risks,
probabilities and rules.
How I long to listen clearly
to the flowers, to the rain,
to my heart, to the spruce.
Two Tendernesses
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, poem, poetry on January 31, 2016| 2 Comments »
while I shovel
and fold clothes and wash
bowls and chop
yellow peppers, all day with both hands
I cradle your heart
*
while I am walking
you are all around me,
you go on as far as I can see—
I have no stars to offer you,
you hold me, anyway
Two, If You Let Me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, love, poem, poetry, silence, song on October 24, 2015| 2 Comments »
in the forest of you
I will find the empty branches,
become a song bird
*
don’t get me wrong—
I, too, love silence,
shall we speak it together?
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