i have turned from the frozen
gray of temple walls.

to the deck of this solid ship
the wind, blue seas; and
leviathans breaching
freely at my bow.

EE Luce 1/12/14

like prairie grass
shifting in a breeze skipping
across the top of an endless flatness

pushed and carried on currents
resisting consistent direction

ocean tides pulled, and winds
through the mountain passes
echoed songs other than those
we thought we had drafted

longing for you I circle this block
wheels of ancient passion carry me
riding on hunger and memory

every house in the neighborhood
welcomes desire to tables of promise

and yet

willingly I sit here in the street waiting
a beggar at the table of your vow

EE Luce 8/12/13