dog
barks at the moon
rails at injustice
mourns a lost bone
howls out loneliness
chases fast cats
uses the big bark
growls out fear
chases its tail

dog
sleeps at noon
licks its parts
dreams of stolen treats
chases slow cars
running while sleeping

dog
barks at the moon
unreachable
vastly superior
gloats with disdain
laughs at absurdity
feeling its power

dog
jumps up a sudden
eats up the moon
dog licks its chops
licks its parts
goes back to sleep
there is a lesson
for the moon
you are never too big
to get eaten

sky

i could only watch from silence
hidden by my fear
voiceless
immature
unknowing of my power
and its quiet truth
tender innocence
contained within a fragile bud
that was a lifetime ago
when i allowed your *******
when i stood mute
in farthest corner
as if i watched a play
with other actors
depositing a memory of shame
i reject that shame now
as i see so clearly my sweetest pure heart
my childish hope to know and be
ushered into mysteries
of promised woman ways
set on fire and shoved aside
i burned for far to long
i am forgiven by my woman self
i am pure in my heart
and yes i do forgive
the ignorance
in myself
and others
and thus construct my peace
this freedom

SKY

how do I weave between
showered words and pain abounding
in my small canoe

guess Ill use this paddle
this one carved by love
deep it strokes with understanding
shared loss
echoed pain
laughing through our tears
we forge a path
of healing
lined by hope
and we are not
alone
Sky

in the tiny cove there swims a tiny fish
water clear reflecting sky
lapping over small shells
steady cleansing sun-bleached driftwood
home to tiny *****
trailing over seaweed
on their way to cooler shadows
sky smiles down
finding sparkling reflect in the mica fragments
sifting through the scattered fronds
of over arching palms
day shimmers on the water
in my memory
gold and brilliant and casting my smiles
in shades of warmer blue
my outflung hand
burning sweetly in the suns fiery kiss
I was there
I dreamed
I am still there in
memory

dark the day and clouded
there are tears on the windowpane
rain on the roses
bowed heads
umbrellas on the hillside
somber my trembled heartbeat
tragedy of youth crushed like burnt embers
beneath strident boots
marching past reason
toward shadowed profit
uncaring of human cost
make no mistake
the risk is known
the outcome stark and clear
yet those who profit
do not care
do not care
that she will never rise again
never cradle her little ones
never finish her education
never walk free of addiction
so the tragedy is thousandfold
it rings out across the rainswept hillside
in peals of accusation
handless armless tongueless tears
of frustration
lets awaken

new shoes
new feet
old legs
dreaming I am running
how the wind caresses my face
hair streaming out behind
eyes tearing in the bite of wind
It is a thing I miss
running in place
dreaming in motion
travelling in Spirit

out there I feel you breathing
and as I am travelling I might not see you again
dear souls
dear feeling suffering
rejoicing souls
fellow travellers
don't stop dreaming on the page
life's blood
you are the taproot
the source of hope
I might not always understand your language
I might fall softly into cones of silence
submerged for months
in cotton wool and honey
but when it rains from time to time
I am recovered and I spring free
running to your well
I drink deeply
please I beg
do not stop filling it
It nourishes me
It is my food my drink
yes
I admit
I need you
in this dusty broken world
you are my arbour
my lush oasis
my sanity
thank you