Where presence meets poetry

THE JOURNEY HOME

When that busy day is over
When that crying mouth is fed
When the shaker and the mover
Has provided daily bread

RETURNING

Returning home is rough and wild
At times we are again a child
Encoded through our family ways
Ignited patterns start to blaze

I choose to move

Another year draws to an end
A party beckons with dear friends
What is my focus for next year
As I rise to a new frontier?

A THOUSAND WAYS

A thousand ways to kiss the ground
I heard a friend just say
It seems at times there is just one 
That’s right — ‘the only way’

DEEPLY SACRED

That drooling smile and toothless grin
And then you both are up all night 
A screaming child who just won’t sleep
Exhausted, drained…

FROM BED TO BATH AND BACK AGAIN

From bed to bath and back again 
I seek and sometimes find
A kind of freedom from the pain
From mental…

THE DIVINE SHE

In tribute to the Feminine

She is the sweet smell of the rose
And walks in beauty like the night
A…

Comparison

It is a devilish work.  This search for identity
Never-endingly comparing
as if that will…

TRYING NOT TO TO FEEL

The clouds are gathering today
Not right, not good, not fine
‘Don’t want’ is what I hear me say
Not this, not now, not…