She hears too many voices
stands in stupor
hand reaching up
and in that pose
is frozen

chosen not to trust
her inner voice
the only one that counts

and so she stands a while-
hand up and clinging
to the tree
eyes fixed upon
the apple-
when

a sudden breeze
brushes her face and makes her
blink
enough to interrupt the flow of
fear and guilt and shame
enough to plant into her ear
the humming sound
of color
enough to make her spirit sink
into her hand and
make
her
grab
the fruit

Pollute her not
it hums
and leave her

retrieve your rightful place
my love
and munch away
your apple.

blue that fades to black
a cricket chirps in the night
hidden in shadows
stars chime and the moon's aglow
the night comes alive to music

i am nothing
lighter than air
slave to the breeze
null that i offer
null that i can
i am nothing
nothing can suffer
nothing i am

How much poetry live within me

Or am I merely a vessel

That has to be loaded and unloaded

To not waste away under the calm wind

And sink to a weighted depth of silent

And unfulfilled dreams


Yet what is the use

Carrying a soul from an unwritten land

To an unread land

Both dotted with footprints of past voyageurs

But no path or end in sight


Perhaps I am destined to be an unnamed pilgrim

That treads upon and whose marks will be tread upon

The wasteland of hapless ambitions

Transforming it into a garden of everlasting

Love, freedom, and hope


There,

You may find me one day

Though you will not know it

Nor will I

Within a petal of the rose


A dust in the dew

The wings of a honeybee


And if you look closely,

Listen closely

Within the laughing wind

As the gale brings all of us

Across the sea

Carrying vessels after vessels

From dream to dream

The cloud sheet
threaded above
us is full of sea
clicks and little
blue turns of
shaved rain,
an alley of splitting
water that crashes
sleepily into gray.

This is where
words dissolve,
& wet night
intentions are
thrown away.
All that's left
in the dark
is your hair
drifting in
the pool of
my mouth.