Samara

Samara Dec 2023

im like a willow
weak branches turned downward
swaying toward every whim
snapping and floundering
my leaves increasingly dim.

i wish to be like the oak
upstanding and steady
growing toward the sun
untouched by the windy
season painted by someone

Samara Dec 2023

the longing

is still here
long after it disappeared.
it has revealed itself to be
something both long gone
and not of this world-
extraterrestrial
mystical
and divine
- - -
the harder i try
to grasp its name
the faster i run
out of time

Samara Dec 2023

dove

she was once a mourning dove
enraged by the lack of love
present all around her
so she retreated back inwards
to find a little peace somewhere
but alas, she couldn't even find it there.

Samara Dec 2023

four seasons

the seasons used to turn in quick succession
constantly captivating attention
each had a name and place to be
each had a friend and something to see.

the season here slowly meanders
between peaks and shoulders
and shoulders and peaks
which is which? it's hard to speak.

Samara Dec 2023

starry

sheer curtains filter
light in many ways
as it shines in winter
it travels another space

sit in raw luminance
at nighttime or day
feel the divine presence
under which you lay

details of constellations
seen from land afar
up for modern contemplation
while smoking a cigar.

Samara Dec 2023

sunlit

climb up the ladder
to the summit of privilege
there's no freedom found here
except at the ledge

reach out your hand
for someone to grab it
lift them up to stand
beside you, they're sunlit.