Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Monday, February 01, 2016

The Drop-off

"Later."
Their bodies hurtling
planet-like
in entangled orbits
of school, activities,
space

Till they return just in time
still the same
slightly changed
don't go
(don't die)
don't grow (so fast)

The passing touch
of their known hands
surges, deluges,
cracks open my heart.
I've never been easier to love.

_

This happened


I want to drop all the things I carry

I want to touch everything

Is there a world

under the snow

I want to know it

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Friday, January 29, 2016

At Close

Waves lap
at the edges of the evening
claim me
in programmed high tide

Come close to breaking
over the shore
a scream or a chuckle
the coil of sleep or serpents

_

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Perhaps, an Astronaut


How is your day going?
It's difficult to tell.
I imagine you up there
starlight as nightlight
watching sun and moon
rise together cheek by cheek

I imagine the brain
swelling in delight
even at old age
remembering easily
the children and their kisses
as they easily remember me.

_

all the things

I managed to do all the things today: I'm mostly packed (carry-on only for two weeks). Took Nu to see Sinners  again per request. (My TH...