The River Man
at the riverside
I saw arches of rocks
which told the water where to flow
about the pattern, I asked the girl beside me
she said a river man picked up heavy stones, guiding the water downstream
she asked, and he answered with tired eyes
“leaving a mark before I go”
What I would give
to walk with you
through flowerbeds
and grass patches
into riverbeds
lined with stones
on great rocks
and canyons
within deep forests
sounding with bird songs
what I would give
is everything
In the Rain
an embrace
of exhilaration
as we run
the wind toys with my hair
and the thunder quakes my bones
rocking my head to sleep
I am smiling and heavy
happy and whole
in the thick of it
knowing the sun will come again
but it is good here
so let’s stay for awhile
All the things I’ve accumulated
Sitting listless and unnumbered
A red towel soaked from suds fleeing from the sink
You have to use your nails to get clean
Wash cloths aren’t enough
Some people don’t use them
I can’t stop to talk to you
Clean clean splash nothing is clean
“Miss 1 pink pill in week 1 of your pack take the first as soon as you remember
The second at your regular time”
Wonderful
splintering saplings
adrift soon apart
of something sorrowful
sounding absentmindedly
in the oak orchard
away from the city
near the stream
on the hill
where we were
wanton and wonderful
Shadow
can one recognize their shadow
and still be afraid
that it may one day walk off
split from the soul
leave one halved and carrying the weight
of such a loss
of the darkest parts of the self
