In the dark

In the dark,

long-term watching.

Blackness rests eyes, brightens

imagination.

Tip into a curve 

of ear and mind.. soundlessly

whispers rise and define,

even foretell.

Clarity-

a distant brass bell-

and color emerge,

erasing all penitent dreaming.

Within a container extending

far

into day,

light continually bears witness.

Hidden fire

Sunrise after sunrise, 

invitation

to tend to the undeveloped parts,

the living but forgotten

blinded and crouching animals left

out in the cold.

Sidle up to crackling fire and

look softly- 

the shadow-dance and light castings and warmth,

ease a chronic, unnameable tension

nibbling at the corners of mind.

body is home

chasing light
entering shadow
more rises in the non-scape
than the known-scape.
strings become ropes become chains,
careful what you attach to
you’ll have to drag it alone.
if image and sound, sensation, scent
and a sip of watermelon juice with lime and mint
aren’t plenty,
how heavy we all become.
time’s short,
selling freedom and wild soul, long.
with camera, notebook and #2 pencil
these steps brighten.
heart finds nourishment in embodied moments.
body is, through it all, home.

Contain

Contain the heat,

the movement, 

the sound.

Toss fingers wide,

and dip

chin,

blades..shoulders..elbows..palms

into a spin…

Pound

thoughts

down,

down from helter-skelter mind

through music-hugging hips, 

willing knees, flexed calves, splayed toes,

beyond, even, supporting ground-

move ’em out

until sweat beads, glass fogs

and your heart and smile rise.

Once a giggle finds voice,

throw open the windows-

mimic your every pore-

invite the wind,

and

slow

the swirl

into a sway

into a collapsed puddle of joy

with eyes fixed

on boundless

sky