Carried Away

Five, no ten

fingers outstretch

Transported

riding time's stream

seems

traceable

          apparent

You plus me

Hands unclench

emptied

For what

time has certainly carried away

  

Recycled?

When I'm thrown away
Where is the recycle bin to place
all that was between you and me?

Does a friendship

get to be recycled

Knit into the potential

within to find

love again?

When a person is thrown away

A lifetime of words, places, conversations

is attached

labeled

for recycling?

  

  

Inland

How can my world
become so small

and today

Even when it's here

Ticking of the clock

Driving

each ping

each clang

The day

sways

away

Inland

  

Disband

Where do they go

Attachment, lumen constant,

within a locale not for show

Where does the intrinsic self remain?

Along the way

Shame uproots

Turning from a central hold

Anybody

Near or far

Disbanded

  

Ions

Amber, violet sky

so far away

climbing in the clouds

watching leaves

drying out

still dancing on a breeze

memories

Metallic grey, blue, turquoise

on a string

Peach and violet circles

ring

All flecks

just ions in my eyes

  

Spin

Slanted,
your view

isn't the only spin

Trying to make me spin

around

and around again

to your view

The path you've hewn

in a straight line

upward

I'm not sorry

for my angle

shifting

away

  

Catching In the Know

Catching myself in the know

Intercepting

the confusion

of my limbo

How to show

if what I know

holds

Or becomes

merely a dark cloud

hovering

Where hopes

aren't supposed to die

  

Out of My Way

Why can't you just get out
of my way
You are not welcome
here

I can't let you
stay on
Like a ride spinning
jarring, lifting
Away from sturdy ground

Sounds berating
tearing down
the climb

If only for a space
where dismal voice
could trip
out of my mind

 

Summon

Until the next passage,
hours await the thing that will
summon

To activate
what remains
on the shelf above,
a box full of snapshots
loved

Lagging behind
where yesterdays
awaken

Moments that feed possibility

 

Exoskeletal

Two rays shone down

long enough to see bare branches

Leaves strewn, atop any footprints

in the ground

Exoskeletal remains

Duty bound

yet floundering

Washed ashore

In the tides

colliding

  

Reversal

Growth
yet in reverse
again

We leave behind
the seeds where dreams
shape ground

 

Layaway

A surrender to the days
that will not be

Days paid in advance,
a reserved fee

Keeping my tomorrows
from layaway

Not stored
saved or frozen,
this day will be grown

With seeds derived
from live soil

Climate
only the heart
can know

Fading Threads

Flannel
softens with each cycle of worn threads

Worn souls
through cycles of dark
and light

Mixed up colors wash and fade
lights darken
darks lighten

A soul dims
shifting
its fading threads

A Binding to Freeness

Inspire

a binding to freeness

Like a birdsong, calling
before flight

To fold up
or expand as needed

Holding up
the view at hand
impeded
without you

Climbing over knotted bramble,
scrapes torn spots

I sit still
and beg again,
Inspire a binding to freeness

Never For Granted

Never did I know
how past growing
our times
would become

Their value,
to strengthen
by shared smile or laugh,
lightening
our steps

Your part
to play
in my days
became
more to me
than a passing season

Never could I leave
you in the fading,
uprooted, or deny
that we were planted

In that plot of ground
still there,
your life so dear

No never
for granted

 

Glaring

Your greetings glare
enough to wear
shades

Yet in a dark place

Wanting things from me
I cannot possess.

Wanting things from you
that should be
given freely

Fending

for myself

When I needed to find inspiration

or calmness

in the storms
of consternation

For only more and rapidly

move the storm clouds

Abundantly

from your direction

  

Sheltering Transparently

Light
like a stream
conscious

Shelters
transparently

A force-field glowing
flowing
fluid through and around
pillars

Those places
pinning me to them forever

Lowering

Fog settles in again
Lowering a curtain

Where a voice to sing
worth remembering

Stays to take a bow
and encore allows

Lowering a curtain
on anything certain

Shadows seize all thought,
none there to be forgot
  

That Bridge

Sparks fly
far away from here

Times never to be commemorated
or celebrated

Closing
that bridge
of laughter then
to now

Its echo
heavier
than I can carry

Windblown

Blueprints shift
so I shall sit

Stiller than what is,
steadier in the midst

Rather than some edge
where mirages grow
and drift,
windblown