You who celebrate life after life
And the life before life
Where is your celebration for the life during
For the now and the happening around us
For the scent in your nose and the vista in your eyes
For the love in your heart and the moment in your grasp
Where are the cheering and the dancing for the life in your heart now

You who look only over the next ridge
You stumble on the beauty under your feet

It is not tonight
But one night
The phone will ring
Her voice tired and low
To tell of her loss of love
My mother
Alone

Love enters
And love leaves
Its frail time allotted
Is not ours to decide

It grants us peace
And in its absence we need
Not just from it
But from the ones we pushed away

Love is around us
As we say
But not always within
Still a reach away

And in the dark where lovers ignite
Though it burns bright
The empty space it was
Defeats us

No more I say shall I live
Under its spell of kiss or quarrel
But then the blessing of its light
Carries me to dangerous heights

How do we go
Scurrying our way
Mumbling and groaning
On the walk

Hating and loathing
What we see
How do we go
This same old way

Not just today
But every day
With no end in sight
And no change on the way

How do we go
When the light we see
And impossibilities
Are why we’re here

Mumbling and complaining
Repeating and waiting
Waiting for something
When its already here

Love is around us
And not from them
But from it
It, the dirt you were born in

Embracing us wholly
Wholly embracing
Until it does again
After the walk

Through my survival eyes
I see the part of the world that keeps me safe
And the part of the world that hurts
And I do not see and I cannot understand where my heart bleeds
And the heart that bleeds on me
The heart that bleeds through me

I let go of my name and I let go of my soul
To be closer to that which is without us
And to be closer to what does not need us
To be closer to what does not want to be understood
To see clearly the beauty that lies not within the answers
But within the wonder of the questions

When I was young
It was all for me

The ideas of my friends
And the thoughts of the old
The things that brought me to my knees
And finally the one that built me up

The love of the perfect
And sooner
And for longer
Their desperate absence

I took on the words of the weak
As they flexed their muscle
And I drank with friends
And talked about this

Now as my eyes do not see as well as I remember
I know what is right
But far better
What is good

Desire is just desire
Lust is only the wanting
And having is for stories
And for those who’ve wanted less