Repetition Reclamation

Comfort rests in memory
of  ordinary patterns shattered.
When fire consumed all hope,
death deconstructed dreams,
despair threatened life force,
I put foot in front of foot,
stumbled sightless until
path emerged from mist..
When ordinary patterns shake,
Comfort rests in memory.
What I have done, I can do
now and again and again.

Between

Come autumn equinox

life flickers, veil thins.

 

Doubts rise, death peaks in.

Who will I be? Who have I been?

Where will death take me? When?

What will begin and what will end?

Come autumn equinox

life flickers, veil thins.

Shapeshifter

 

Perhaps Grace is a mockingbird

who mixes up the songs

to make the broken whole.

 

Perhaps Hope is mountain mist

which floats in and out, out and in

to tempt the weary to begin again.

 

Perhaps God is a shapeshifter

 who flows from form to form

customized for each seeking soul .

Mirror Prayer

May the mirror I face
on the day of my death
reflect the essence
with which I was born.

Not Trash

Whose daughter is she?

Drinking Bud from a can

leaning on the street sign

holding out her own sign

"Can you give a girl a hand?"

Easy to dismiss her. Loser.

Trash. But what's her story?

Whose mother is she?

So Bright

Mountain fall

burns so bright

easy to deny

impending

winter white.

Warning

Mountain stood

tall, triangular

green with spruce.

I turned my head.

Walked ten yards

Admired maple flame.

Looked back, found

mist had erased

mountain. Gone.

Sanctuary

Both feet on ground,

wherever I stand.

Breath out, breath in.

Sanctuary is trust

I can connect to truth

wherever I stand.