This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.

Merry Solstice

Sit in the sun
stand in the shade
melt in one
place or evaporate

Don’t mind the heat
or we wouldn’t be cooking
and half-dressed women
make for better looking

than Eskimos bundled
head to toe
(though snuggles are better
when it’s a little cold)

but a hot snuggle
would be better than none
when you’re delirious
from too much sun

I digress, we’re talking
about long days and heat
not what is or
isn’t sweet

so keep it cool
and stay hydrated
perspiration
is overrated.

Everything

I celebrate
the mountain top
and the sea shore
where we are reminded
there is so much more
than the execution
of mundane chores
and knick knacks bought
in knick knack stores
God is found in everything
but some inspire us to sing

I celebrate
love and beauty
that make joy and laughter
a pleasant duty
I celebrate
grief and mourning
serving as a vivid warning
to take nothing for granted
savor it all
there is too little time
before the last call
God is found in everything
may it all inspire
us to sing

Ambition

With a mind unclouded
by any ambition
beyond a certain envy
of the flowers’ condition
toiling and spinning not
turn your face to the sun
breathe the gentle breeze
hold out your arm
standing still as you please
then wait to see
just how much older
you are before birds
build a nest on your shoulder

Sitting

Sit perfectly
still. Focus
on the blueness.
Gradually the barely perceptible
motion of the majestic
clouds becomes apparent
so excruciatingly slow
you can’t be certain
if it is them
moving or you
sensing the spinning
of the earth
into the beautiful void