somewhere


somewhere between us
i feel seconds stretch more than miles;
have fingers I count on, sufficient to span distance in hours,
never expecting joy to wing so far, recklessly
travelled, across so many borders

gladly i would leap days to touch
beyond this ticking and wound thing, time;
any space becoming collapsible moments, past
experience, to flower hope to wonder

your spirit and mine twinning and braided; these
eyes blinded by brightness, snow blindness in winter sun,
have left us reeling and senseless to this,
their purpose, a perfect resonating
silence: together.

***an acrostic from my favorite e.e. cummings poem:
"somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence."

Hope you like my experiment.
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Guys–this is–perfect.

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Wow–this is a nice, even round number!

This is a great number of readers to have–it is so nice and round…

Thanks, Whimsy Mimsy, for rounding that number up!

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paint those toenails green

for Nancy

for so long living
in the third person

so many masks
all of them polished
& too smooth

to match the raw
in your eyes

take them off
& greet your true face
in your mirror

reflected there honestly
no distortion
no bent light

when you are done looking
& like who you see

put something dangerously pink
behind your ear

something wild
& blooming unplanned
in that manicured garden

& paint your toenails green
for the surprise of it

flaunt that
twist of the unexpected

for no other reason
than because you can

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an earthy spirituality

we call this mud
that springs us
vulgar
common

as if
we can unchain
self from flesh
with a shrug
or shudder

flex that divine breath
to break through substance
like a chrysalis
& wing into air
weightless

no, this spirit
has a body
and the body
owns spirit

temporarily

feet planted in
still more mud

and so we
base married to ether
can braid these together
or set them at war

even as they speak
in similar whispers:

sung by soul
desire
is simple base want

& what is said prettier
as yearning
is this matter’s need

both reaching toward
& perhaps holding together

us

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thoughts in a field

you cannot get closer
to soil than this
unless you are mining
or buried

at work in a field
like this one
ignoring bees
intent on
searching out sweet
drawn by perfumed soap
and blue t-shirts

buzz disappointment
when they land on cotton
not petals, and keep seeking
tasting our sweat
instead of nectar

if you look up
from pulling
thistles from celeriac
carefully

just once

watch land planted in rows
ripple under sun,
swell and fall in a tide to the woods
and, further back
foothills rolling like larger waves

breaking day against sky
in ringing deeper blueness

you will say like water
earth moves in waves
only too slowly
for our senses to catch

me, I want
to swim in it

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