Too Plentiful, Some Sorrow

So here I am

Alone

I am stone

You are air

I am every inch of

What I don’t want to be

And I can’t move

I can’t even crawl

My aching is so deep

I see the hole of it below

My sorrow is so vast

I am the ship in it

And I don’t know how

To steer

Or else

I don’t know where

To go.

snowball moon

I miss you

And the sounds from your head

The rolling of life as it always was

Like spinning underneath a finger

I can see us as children

It is a driving pain

& one of the dearest things

I picture you

Mostly so late

We gather in the snowball moon

& not one person knows me there

This cry I give to God

Tell me why, please tell me why

And I just want to talk to you again

This wish weakens me – tragic

Till my eyes close like

your ending

a train colliding with, a cloud

 

Poppies and Lessons

Sometimes I get tired of it all

And I want to be whisked away

To some boat

Some lake

And the boat would be old

having a fascinating history

with a look of charming dishevelment

And the lake would be sheltered

With draping trees and haloed sunbeams

With signs of love songs sung long ago

And a rose reflecting like Shakespeare knows

I’d give you that look

You’d give me the look

And we’d sail away neath

The baking sun

Like two little kids

Little birds

In love

I’d kiss you fine

So remarkably

You’d buy the boat

Like gold

We’d hide it

Near poppies and

Lessons and run home

Love-sick and

Clean

Aria  
I know you

Like a little diamond

Flickering in the distance

Neath violet-loved grass

and the almost evening

shadows.

In your world there

Will always be a paper boat

I set it within a lake on

an August afternoon

the tiny golden flowers

of your name will forever

trace the way

My Aria, sweet heart

Darling, light

& free.  

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to my new baby girl, Aria. xo