Wildwood Flower

The flowers are blooming and tall in the field

For the sun and the rain have their petals revealed

But it’s her in the shade with the raven black hair

Who makes the whole journey a worthy one there

Key Holder

There’s a little rack by the door

where the keys are supposed to go

but mine are always in my pocket

with everything else I’d need

in a moment’s notice.

I stare at the key holder, blankly,

wondering why such a thing

is necessary at all

when the other set of keys

is yet to come home

Topsy Turvy

You’re a sight for sore ears,

the music to my eyes,

when I find I’m downside-up

you turn me upside right

it comes and goes

peering through the cobwebs

each swiping motion

gives way to a new outlook

ones left behind ones saved for later

but never nothing new.

i must have looked forever

and a quarter past 3

but i never did find

what i was looking for.

Environmental (Contaminant)

When the dust settles (from all of the fighting)

When the smoke clears (and shows us the writing)

A cough tries to loosen (the walls never lying)

A lung full of fears (our words, clarifying)

Do-si-do

and when the sun sets

and the world keeps turning

our hearts will still beat

and our souls be yearning

I Just Wanted to Say . . .

hello, hallo,

wie geht’s, jambo,

hola, ciao,

bonjour, nyob zoo,

namaste, konichiwa,

anyeong haseyo,

merhaba, salve, gya,

molo, privet, szia

Everyday

I want you to feel loved

at least half as much

as you truly are,

I want you to feel loved

like you may have been missing

out on it all this time,

I want you to feel loved

so that you can

begin to know

the same old love

in a new way

everyday.

A Recipe for Disaster

A little bit of you

A little bit of me

Three-quarters of a dream

A dash of guarantees

A pinch of doubt (or two)

Mix low, going faster

Serve cold on shattered plates

This dish we call . . .

Sweet Deserts

the desert air tastes so sweet at night

when the electricity

kisses the nothingness floating in the air

illuminating the dark skies

with sporadic flashes of brilliance

and when this empty land beneath

welcomes something

it doesn’t know the name of yet

but it will know it when it sees it