In 3/4

like a dance floor
it waits

birds skid by
laughing

doesn't matter how
you get here

if you have the guts
to try

the wind blew through
yesterday

blew the clouds
all away

left me and the sky
breathless

me and the sky
breathless

If you really want to know

Make no bones about it, you are more than
Rubbing elbows, more than shoulder to shoulder.

You’re in the blood, after all, in the flesh, in the
Same breath, joined at the hip, body and soul.

So move in close, as close as you can get,
Put your back into it, get under that skin,

Straight to the bone, touch the nerve, until
You are the blood from the stone,

Until you are the sweat that pearls your skin. Now
Open your innermost ear and ask what

Your bones have to say about the truth.

Boatman

the stars
are glinting pebbles
in the rushing river of the night
the moon dips oars in the clear darkness
dreams lap on the shores of sleep
where we meet

Smoky morning

we wake to yellow light
watch a heavy, orange sun pull
up over the hill

light presses across the garden
deep shadows stretching
below the leaves

it burdens the grass
even the blades
leave marks

the still sky is a dull canvas,
impasto of flat greys
dense blues, hinted greens

bits of ash fall
the leaves do not stir
the warm, bitter air