The Ocean, Deep

May 19, 2017

this II
We’ve all got a bit
Of the ocean
Deep
Inside us.
Remember?
How we taste it when we weep?
It ebbs
It flows
It crashes! and rolls
It’s a worldwild mask
O’er the secrets that we keep:
Madding memories
Hidden amidst
The mighty blue
Sinker of ships,
And longings lost
With lovers’ lips
On ocean floors
Forever.
(It’s an ancient thirst
To know The First
Want
Sated by
Perpetual want
In horizon’s 
Eternal endeavours.)
And gnarled wrecks,
On the sweetest reefs,
And dances with
The water-wiling moon.
Salt cursed
This thirst
Is its own remedy
By heaven’s purpose,
Strewn
Like legends along
The wild seashore 
Of our intrepid souls,
We’ve all got a bit
Of the ocean deep
Inside
Us,
Calling us
-Making us-
Whole.

As If I Knew…

May 15, 2017

I feel alone tonight

And so I try

Again

To wrap these patchworked words,

Around, about me

And dream as if I knew

That they were true.

This Year, Together…

May 14, 2017

What have we

Got here? 

A memory

From last year.

A million miles away

We might as well have been.

How different is it now

Compared with then.

You’re just across the room

Instead of ocean.

Your voice all day-

Your face

Not via laptop screen!

You’ve always been here for me

Ready, loving,

No matter what it is

That rolls between.

Porchpraers…

May 13, 2017

Everywhere I look

I see two options

Considering one

It doesn’t stop then.

I need to feel You know

You know.

Let my heart

Share my mind’s amen.

Amen. 


The glass half

Empty

The grace half:

Full

Of time poured steady,

Slowly

Making the present

Whole

In the Economy

Of Shalom

A promise tending

Hopeward

Eve-

Eventually

Home.

La Fiddlera deJavu…

May 5, 2017

1x2 III

Can Deja Vu
Be called back again?
Does she play her tantalizing tunes for pay
Like a hired
Musician?
Once, behind time’s back perhaps,
I proposed to her a deal
And once, upon a wrhyme with time,
Did she, my surety steal…
“You may have all my memories
If I may have your fiddle.”
                         “Ah!  Better yet, I’ll take only the rest,
                          And leave you with… a riddle.”
And I live life paying
Now and then,
And ever and anew,
For the daft, half-remembered “deal” I made
With La Fiddlera deJavu!

We’ve got our windows for pillows

And words like cool sheets

In summer.

The rain’s fingers

On the window’s pane

Like nature’s gentle drummer.

Where else should we be?

You over there in relation to me

Sharing the distance

Graciously

Echoing Eureka

And

Harmonizing Bummer

Both

Feeling like the latest comer

To an ocean

Full of ebbing dreams

Flowing in between.