Searching for contact
In each set of eyes
I meet

There is a holiness in the wind
these wisps of diaphanous clouds that fly
always I smile in the gentlest of winds that kiss
oh, but I do not like the harshness of winds that whip
how they come to blow the hollow of darkness
toward the light again, things buried underground
places - like death, the stabbing pains
I've met, awakened while
seeing and feeling.

With crying seagulls, salt tears of spraying seas
this rugged coast of obelisk ancient stones
black blowing reign of squall and fury
the swallowing of sand and shore
tonight a ghost, a murmur of moon
the pitch grows ever darker
fretful wrath of wild ocean
awaits the calm to come,
the bright startle of
tomorrow.

In this park there are birds atop ice cakes
stiff mittened kids, cold nosed and half froze
they slide on paths of glass, toward home.
A small stream cuts through this place,
black water humming with coots and ducks.
Long toothed icicles waiting to impale the earth.
Beneath our feet, we crack and shatter tiny frozen ponds,
revealing muddied blades of grass, green as in summer.
A myriad of birds in the sun, come to puff and quiver,
but soon the mountain clouds will come to shroud
the day, the sky so cold, a frost in grey and silver.

I want to sit on your lap
And whisper
Words of appreciation
In your ear,
Like this...
I’d tell you I’m grateful
For you, being right here, right now
I’d say I’m impressed
With all the ways you know how.
I’d praise your hard work,
Your passion and ambition;
I’d thank you sincerely
For cleaning up the kitchen.
I’d tell you I can’t get enough
Of the way you smell
And that the father you are
Is **** as hell.
I’d share how safe I am
When you hold me close
I’d say of everyone,
You “get me” the most.
I’d count my lucky stars
That you put me first
I’d admire how you respect me
At my best and my worst.
Straddled on your lap
I’d tell you how amazing you feel
As you appreciate me back
Deep and real.