Sunday Reminiscence

And each time the hand retracts
I can better remember the feeling
And posting signs outside the door
Leaves me with wanted reminders

(Of a life well lived,
loved,)

And the pen marks and key stokes
And the ink blots and photographs
Are all these reduplicated moments
Movements on the tides toward afterlife
And for a moment there is stillness
Moving backwards to stall time

Spoken Word

to wander
and wandering discover
flash floods inspire the brief luminosity of remembrance
the pulled back peel of a new and growing onion
salty ocean, salty tears
a memory of cascading water, the heaviness of clarity as it douses the fire
inside is taste, touch, memory, resistance
a close shave and the deceptive simplicity of smoothness
I am wandering through seas of hidden complexities
in search of caves of long departed necessities

what are these things? memories?
are they waves upon a tranquil ocean?
or stillness beneath the surface of the meniscus?
are they tulips in an open field?
or beaten down, wavering cobblestone streets?
I am wandering and the wanderer discovers
the mirrordom of nature, natural.
and in this brief luminosity of remembrance a tiny speck of soul
and the souls desires and the body's yearnings
and the mistaken moments between neath and under
the fallen fall out shelters of long forgotten, misappropriated memory
that has transformed itself into meaning

to wander,
and wandering discover
that layers of onion obscure the ocean floor.

Reading a Memoir

Nothing strives to life lines
Like the never altered poem
Ballads for yearning and impatience
Daylight, sunlight, moonlight
and all the variations
and all the shades of blue
and all the facets of brilliance
and all the moments that may or may not make up memory

Holiness

Ah, to dance beneath desire
Above reproach
Straddling the luminescent path
of righteousness
Feather touch and misplaced kisses
Second yearnings are holes
in the fabric of contentment
Escapes from right hand restraints
and tepid rain-infused showers