Enter
the eyes
of the shunned ones
that lead
to the heart
that leads
to the hurt
that leads
to the Infinite
that dissolves
all the names
that made
us two
that remember
us now
as One
Invitation
Trance
Comings and goings
Remembering
Reliving
Regretting
What doesn’t come and go?
The question hangs in the air
Untroubled
Untroubled
Poems
Invocation
May my poems
reach far
into the wounds
of the shivering woman
with faraway eyes
looking for her spot
on the wet, gritty sidewalk.
May the words given to me
pour into
the original gashes
that won’t let her
feel God.
Perhaps the words
will seep into
her vault of tears
and
she will bawl
like the baby
everyone turned away from.
She may open then,
open
to feel the truth
of her heart-wrenching losses
and,
someday soon, I hope,
open
to feel the truth
of the Divine.
Poems
We Shall Howl
The wolf drops by,
the one you summoned
in a dream.
“Find your wild,” she says.
“Find it before your life
too gently
slips into
a bag of bones,
then
ash.”