Freedom
ii.
Here,
in the middle of the very cold and
the very bright,
you are tasting freedom.
It is with you in the
breathing in and
spitting out
of words.
It is charting the course
set
by taking no
action.
Everything is.
Month: January 2011
15/365
Posted in hello, moon
moonsong
moonlight.
wishes.
kisses.
Before
iii.
To The Grumpy Man In The Underground Parking Lot:
Don’t worry. We will squeeze the
bitter out of you and use it
to make Grandma’s German chocolate cake.
Your not-to-be-bothered glare will taste
simply delicious
with milk.
Your humpf to our greeting is
dark chocolate chips–the extra twice
chocolate-in-chocolate.
Your frown will be frosting, grown firm
at the edges.
Waiting to be bitten.
In the days before we learn
what you have learned,
you will be our favorite after-school treat.
Even the dog will beg
to lick the plate.
Before
ii.
Before the
freeze and the
warming and the sailing and
exploring and marching
and the camps and the
conquering and
the burning and the
fighting and the claiming and
the rounding up and the
taking and wasting
and misplacing and the
assassination, indoctrination,
annihilation and
the bombing and the
theories and the stripping and
pumping and spilling and
polluting and the dust and the
the floods and the fires
and the earthquakes and waves
and the leaks and reforms
and repeals and
the ratings and the
commentary and the slogans and
the cute messages and the
the panels and the
shouting and aligning and
misguiding and the
keeping apart and not telling
and the left out and
the far right and the sickness
in our middles and the
turning away and the
pointing and the landmines
and all the others and the
not me and
the falling out of the sky and the
shooting,
We used to
take care of each other.
9/365
Posted in hello, moon
moonsong
Mona Lisa smile
moon. Bette Davis eyes.
had you legs, we’d talk
of such. but you don’t.
so we’ll dream
about skies.