Posted in Uncategorized, tagged acupuncture, exhaustion, fly and scatter, poem, poetry on May 7, 2014| 3 Comments »
with thanks to Heather
swimming in this sea
of kindness and generosity
how is it
I sometimes do not notice
I am wet?
*
ten thousands droplets
escape the pond
in every direction
each time
I throw another stone
*
oh body, my vessel,
my vase, my cup,
I am sorry I spill you,
don’t fill you
enough
*
by the pond
the cranes forget
to fly away—
I choose not to throw stones
they choose to stay
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged exhaustion, poem, poetry on February 26, 2014| 1 Comment »
The night is long
and the song is gone
and the well is empty,
love. The well is deep
and there’s always
been more, but tonight
it’s been too long,
too long since it
rained, too long.
I’m so damn thirsty.
Nothing lasts, perhaps
not even this empty cup
this drought that seems
to have a foothold
in forever. I know enough
to know that I forget.
But it’s empty now
and the night is long.
Sometimes when the well
is empty, it’s the perfect
place to sing—the notes
spill over, spill
over themselves
and fill up everything.
But not tonight,
the song itself is parched,
and the well is dry
for so long that spiders
have spun their webs across
the floor, so empty
the moon doesn’t
bother, so empty
not even tears
come down.