speaking of
she who now
glides on
the other side..
her Knowing
perceiving now
this our dimension..
beginnings and ends
great and small
joys and interruptions
those difficult hours..
might we sense
in altered moments
a shaded tunnel
her pulling Light...

Life is like a journey
Following roads without a map
Travelling far before turning back
Never to return

Encountering
surprises on
a Friday walk..
one hanging dead
leaf from autumn
suspended through
winter winds
never to fall..
large boulders
aligned to suggest
an ancient flow..
dead rabbit remains
a coyote brought
this violent end..

walking surprises
seem endless..
those differences
carry life forces
of creation..
we then ask
what background
do these forces
expect to rely..?
consider a white
blank page as
the poet surveys
Knowing that all
is surprise...!

Chilly beauty of misty
               old rainbows dancing
     next to the end
casually moving in
     exhilarating circles
          packing senses like
               thin white water
                     in free fall
              over and over, still ...
                                                     *new

I know how you are.
You yell.
You hit.
You lie.
But I still loved you.

I found out what you did.
You hid.
You cheated.
You hurt me.
But I still loved you.

I put up with a lot.
More than I should have.
For longer than I should have.
Longer than anyone should have.
And now, I'm done.

I still love you.
But I will forget about you.
Most days,
It will be hard.
But it will get easier.

I still love you.
But I will move on.
I will find someone
Who treats me with respect.
I know this is true.

For sixteen months,
you controlled me.
I'm done.
With you.
With us.

I still love you.
But I forgive you.
And will get over you.