When the World Began

Was it an atom
a spark
a thought
a hope
was it self aware?

Did it know how it would end.
when the world began?

Felled

We spent a windy hour
in the company of trees
watched river flow below,
rested in birdsong and
the dance of green leaves.
We did not expect death
to block our path, bright
treetop, still green, wind
severed, broken on the trail,
slender trunk cut clean,
standing still against
seductive,destructive gusts.
It could have been you.
It could have been me.
Some day it will be.

On my Own String

I am a bead
on my own string.
My pattern song
flows strong.
No clumsy fingers
push me along.

Beyond

Beyond answers
lie more questions.
Beyond the absolute,
more mysteries swirl.
Beyond endings
new beginnings call.

In Times of Deep Sorrow

In times of deep sorrow
every night, a winter
hope costs too much
every step, a marathon
joy flits away
every kindness, a lifeline
in times of deep sorrow.

Precursor

Breeze last night felt fresh,
enlivened sleepy house.
Delighted by breeze,
I missed it's prediction
of thunder storm,
now flooding the street.

Sea

Sea rolls out,
day after day,
night after night.
Birth death emotional
context irrelevant
pattern continues,
nothing ends or begins.
Sea rolls in.

Summers in the Green Room

I only had three show tune summers,
dripped sweat over hand stitching
in green room, cued lines for leading
man and dreamed he'd kiss me, wouldn't
have known what to do if he had, did
the choreography in my sleep but never
could carry a tune. The tunes carried me.
I wish I'd had more summers in the green room.

Clear as Now (from a so far but here prompt Mary offered)

So long ago, yet clear as now
the moments you were new.
Your own babies are two already
and I blink, still seeing you
tiny, the first time I carried you
into the door of this house.
Wonder of that beginning
has borne fruit beyond imagination.
Decision to start a generation,
so long ago, yet clear as now.

Three Questions

What do I need to know?
What do I need to do?
Will it be enough?

No.
Strike that.

What do I need to know?
What do I need to do?
How do I accept it is enough?

Days of Me

Days of me reaching for you,
you reaching for me.
I wish for connection,
completion, days of us.

Seed Me

I lie open,
plowed vulnerable
ready for roots.
Seed me now.
I yearn to nurture
new growth.

Osama Bin Ladin is Dead

Osama Bin Ladin is dead.
Our forces took him out,
The bogey man, eliminated,
The monster exterminated.
We finally killed the demon.
Osama Bin Ladin is dead.
Am I safer today?

Osama Bon Ladin is dead.
We have his body, his DNA,
the bloody history of his perfidy.
but before he was the bogey man,
he was someone's baby,attempted hero
Osama Bin Ladin is dead.
Has hate taken a blow?

Osama Bin Ladin is dead.
How much difference one life?
What if Hitler's been assasinated
before Kristallnicht, if Dr. King
had lived to give the invocation
at President Obama's innaugeration?
Is peace safer today?

Osama Bin Ladin is dead.
What child in what land today
does hate set on monster's path?
What is it mine to do?
What is it mine to say?
What do I need to know to help
respectful understanding grow?

May I

May I walk a few more years
in sweet company of family
and friends. Everything ends.