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the trunk never feels alone
it is just the branches
and the leaves
that pine

your bones again

I got to thinking
once again
about your skeleton
what you would look like
in a box
your chandelier hands
folded over your lap
a postured dignity
preserving your grace
above the dirt
I'd putter
giving footprints
to the mulch

give and take

they want it from me
they taste my way
they feel my words
they steal me away
they wear different faces
they say their own piece
they feed me tomatoes
they find some release
they take me from me
they know that i’ll give
they milk me for moments
i’m learning to live
we meet in the mornings
we walk in the street
we drift through each other
we sit in our seats
we build this together
i forget sometimes
equations are equal
this isn’t mine

samsara

every day
it happens
eyes open
head hits the ground
running
here again! and hungry
give my brain a banana
see if it's satisfied
every morning
i'm amazed
at the crust in my eyes
and breathing
while the cat sniffs
my face
every day
it happens
until one day
it won't

morning meditation

sit
in stillness

find the Bo
in breath

draw air
into grey

bring peace
into noise

forms

i don't want to be a geyser
flashing in and out of notice
everybody either waiting or forgetting
until - oh!
and then - oh...
it's not the fountain life for me,
either. all that consistency
and peaceful put-togetherness
and so it flows - ahh
and tomorrow again - ahh...
i would volunteer to be the ocean
but when i peek my head beneath
the waves, the depths strike fear in me.
i shiver
i surface
rivers - too poetic
whirlpools - too nihilistic
lakes too rife with mystery
sewers too unsanitary
it's easy to forget the water in me
formed in the shape of a human being
i start yearning for greater liquidity
forgetting the moon has its way with me