Sunday, June 3, 2012


The rain falls in ribbons
Rhythmic, consistent, chaotic.
To stand in it,
To stand in it, 
in your naked skin-
Is ecstasy.
Each drop
       Like love
Sharp and unrelenting,

How long?
How long could you endure a lover’s touch
Before you turn in your sleep toward her?
How long could you endure the presence of god?
Before you were driven mad?
And in your sleep
Touched so…
Which way would you turn?

The rain like a child’s cry in the night,
You curse the hour
As the rain, like ribbons
Seeps down across the broad if your back,
And pulls you from your sleep.

for a time,
like the rain,
avoids the small of your spine.
And in the beginning
Those places the rain does not touch-
You think of as your own.

But love,
Like the rain,
Like ribbons,
Across your whole being.

And now that place in your being…
No longer belonging to you
But to her…
Belonging to a needy child lonely in the night.

Rise now,
Turning to her your accomplice,
Turning toward him your masterpiece-
With all of your frustration,
With all of your fear,
To stand naked in the rain-
                        Endure love as long as you are- 

Not sure about this one-

A rosary of berries.
Her fingers
Juice stained and sweet.
I converse with her at the spring.
I drink rain water
From the nape of her neck.
Bees wick nectar from her skin,
They anoint her lips with honey-

Shelter me from the winter,
And I will build you a house,
With seven Chimneys,
And a fire in every room.

Warm me, when I am cold
And I will cloth you in the winter.
For your feet
Seal skins.
For your middle
Tanned hide of dear.
For your shoulders
The fur of bears.

Woman of the hen house
Woman of the hearth fire
Flock and fold

Dear one
Dear one
Dear on of my heart.

Bare for me my child
And in return
As life springs forth from you
In spring, I will coax life from the ground
And in thanks and in supplication-
I will bear home those fruits to you. 

Turn us loose-

My mind
Like a button drawer.
Where things are compiled

You will find me-

There amongst the string, and garden clippers,
The keys, broken Swiss army knives,
There amongst the tape measures and tacks,
There amongst the needles and thread,
The barbed hooks,

I am.

My mind is the canyons of my youth…
Where we rode the norths,
Like a school yard.
Our colts brash and impatient
Their breath billowed like incense in the autumn air.

Like prayers-

“turn us loose” they said
And we like them were wild.
“Turn us loose” they said
Turn us loose to slide
Haunches slide
Theirs and mine
Down through the breaks,
As quarters and lose change
Shale and skree 
Slide before us
“Turn us loose” we said
 I like them
And them like me-
            Were wild.