I will take the time
to gaze upon
the burnished chest
of the resident hawk
while I am waiting
for the sun to drop
and pastel
the water blue

I will patiently
wait
for the mountains
to radiate
for my heart
to steady
for the return
of peace

I will relinquish
control over
my tiny world
scattered thoughts
flying up
brushing
their curved wings
against me

I will remember
land and sea
will forever be
remaining long after
we hurt each other
long after we turn
our backs
on love

I will take the time
to be still
moon balanced
on my open palm
illusive beacon
enlighten
the coming
night

I've been on this ride
I know when it stalls

I've been on this ride
I know how it stops, and falls
It falls

I've been on this wave
I know it'll change

I've been through the rain
I know how it stops, and falls
It falls

A moment
Infinitude
While waiting for one's lover
That moment
Barely there
While dreading the kiss goodbye

A minute
Eternity
While alone on listless night
That minute
Flashing past
While fingers of sleep uncurl

An hour
Unending
While informed of prognosis
That hour
Fast fleeting
While cocooned in last embrace

A day
Relentless
While baking wedding cake
That day
Spins away
While vows are set in stone

Time is in the eye of the beholder.
Hold it before it's gone.

Fascinating how people swim in our steam.
A beautiful soul recently grooved into mine.
Before you swam along,
I was eager to confide.
Someone to recognize why I am the way I am.
Surviving a parallel pain.
A victorious warrior princess.
Someone like me.
Deciding to re-direct my flow.
Putting my words out in the world.
I stumble upon your poem called “waiting to happen”
Powerful words matching my thinking.
I comment… You reply.
Words united, feeling liberated.
Trusting a stranger, clashing off beat.
An unlikely friendship immediately cultivated.
Admiring your strength and journey.
3000 miles apart, still like-minded harmony.
A sweetheart, I chirp to with indulgence.
You are an unexpected gift in my life.

© Jl 2016

Falling into the jangce jang
We sing with a clear
voice

Pass me the passport
Sail on the roads
Of perpetual
Drum

Dream of baobabs
Dream of saharas
Levitations

Crush as snake eggs
Thou lamentations

Make me a poet
Surpass me as teardrops
Mingle in every waterfall

Augure my autumn
Argonaut my silken
Wool crave me as a mad
Hatter

Call me a beauty
I'll be your beast

How do you like
To stand in the
Frosty meadow

Minding the free air
Portions penetrate
Your dim auroras

From the laced sit
Of your Hollander
Cold icicles grow

As your gazes
Melt and meet
Barzoi and me.

Walking around
In the morning
Sun. You-stand!