the rumbling birth of stars
great horned owls
trains & leavings
from shadows i linger
wrapped in velvet night as familiar as my own breath
from shadow i linger
wondering how we got here and will my death become a sparrow?
from shadows i linger
observing the blackness of secrets as they lie beneath the linden tree
from shadows i linger
listening to the collide of the cosmos
no cloaks no masks
no labyrinths of glass
heroes sometimes come unasked
between the lightening cracks
one smells of lavender
one of larks
one with feathers one with a bark
pearly white--scruffy & wise
heart of a lion with walnut eyes
one comes dressed in flannel true
(that one is you)!
and the one that comes last
is of sweet golden prairie grass
heroes come as violets & birds
dogs
people
red buds & earth
to see their hearts & know their worth
playing the game from death to birth
the agate secret one carries inside
these heroes unmasked
become our guides
said the button to the thread
i don't want to be led
not tied & buttoned to a shirt
i don't want this bind this place to lie
unmoving forcibly dead
i am the shape of a wheel, the moon & the sun!
able to roll & tumble & run
i wish to be free from the flannel & form
to be a free button
evermore
said the thread to the button i've no wish to bind
my preference is to be spooled, quiet, inline
no needles no task
i wish to hold fast
to my sweet bobbin paradigm
i've no wish to capture
to sew & enrapture
this task set forth from above
i've no wish to pin you down
to keep you from running around
so flat & bound
i merely wish to be wound
'round my spindle so sound
simple & smooth
evermore
the button rolled free
to seek fields & trees
as the thread wound round its wooden spool
no marriage to flannel
no button sewed, bound & facile
just two things that matter now
better apart than before
button & thread
evermore
Celadon
comes the day from mossy dreams slumber
rising rising
movement wicked--articulated back to leg to arm
beholding a day forecast green-grey
thunderstorms forming unencumbered
by night
by this skin/bone collide (how verdant veins lie
upon outstretched possibilities charm)
seafoam turbulence with crocodile rain
falling in artichoke torrents severity
no brevity
but wicked-articulated rising rising waves of nori destruction
coming coming it is
while all i can do is recall pistachio dreams
of meadow & willow fields afar
wake--prepare
meet the storm with an olive branch of forgiveness
celadon comes the day
fern bright will come the morrow
spirits & ghosts
thoughts grey
the hunting kind
trapped in arbors thick
wild with over-ripe acceptance lined
stay away from the yellow
stay away from darkness binding
oh you spirts & ghosts
the hunting kind
no longer a child susceptible to golden charms & wily ways
with precious fruit awaiting ....
with pearls of amethyst & shells a thousand years old
no longer a child hiding from the hunter behind a pink sky
i am the moon
i am night--part ghost part wild hope