Transition

Movement

like rolling earth

after tectonic plates shudder-

It’s tough keeping your feet without

loosening up,

first,

and

laughing,

second.

Because when else can you ride

for free

anywhere you are,

with the benefit of losing

what you swore kept you alive but

only

brought you

down?

Go ahead,

remember the sound

of your own giggling insides and

jiggle a little~

This year

I think I’ll choose a valentine this year.

Maybe,

my valentine will be

the perfection of bells ringing

from the strand strung across the handlebars

of that bike slowly riding through town.

Or the wet bark of vanilla-butterscotch scented pine,

the one dropping sap spring into fall 

for the bottoms of my feet to collect.

Or the lovely world view offered up by that children’s librarian.

Or the reflection of the silent patron

who sips coffee and dives into book and notebook-

shadow and light of paper, letters, pencil.

Or the hands of that man,

rough in all the right ways.

Probably, though, it’ll be the spark in your eyes

when the magic of this finite existence

brings a smile from rivers so deep

you never stood a chance to resist.

Hmm,

It might be worth checking your mailbox real soon…

The cookie jar

Somebody’s got their hands in the cookie jar

to take every last one.

And ain’t nobody having it.

Because it goes like this~

One for you, and for you, and for you and you and you.

Anybody missed?

Oh yes, please join us,

your stories are encouraged. 

Here, warm your toes 

by this joyous, abundant fire.