Saturday, June 24, 2017

since I asked

~for Joanie
Yes, we know about you, and
none of that matters.
Keep turning over rocks, opening doors.
I have no idea how it works,
no idea if the whole world sees us as kin.
How could she not?
Cut from the same cloth, you and me.
Let’s be an afternoon breeze,
grateful for days
that make us feel good.
Even in black and white,
to marvel - EXACTLY Wow!

Yes, we know about that:
we are transforming day to day.
Our generation – once safely chrysalis,
intrudes the verges.
It’s an Aquarius light
that breaks open morning,
pull us up into love.
Impossible to plan or know what, or how to enter.
Make it up as we go.  EXACTLY Wow!

Yes, we know about living:
to stubble brings courage,
to feel takes more.
I have spun the same love deeply.
A dervish planet,
my pendulum swings,
sometimes widdershins.
When waxing moons get involved,
what is so purely heartache,
rolls up her sleeves,
says less is more. EXACTLY, Wow!

Yes, we know about wonder:
how it bounces back, indomitable,
wind in the trees, skin of the planet!
The past, a sooty cobweb,
a bit of glisten,
sweetness on the tongue.

Yes, we know about longing:
companion of sleepless nights,
the holy axis of happenstance.
We pitched a red tent ages ago,
now it billows in story.

I have and you have,
if I needed you,
beholding the same humble – same silly – same strength.
Our beautiful bellies – geodesic,
and we follow the questions, find the shortcuts.
Hey Brigid, Sananda, Laksmi
LOOK, we got it, EXACTLY, Wow!  

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