a window of the ocean and you

waves of love won’t heed.  they knock you hard and catch you.  embrace you and flow right through.
they don’t stop for whatever you thought.  waves of love don’t need.

time
layers that can be untied
2 directional
memories for finish lines

from this longing you’ve stored away, you quickly pull suitcases to leave yourself for me on the other side of town – a place we both call home.

Endless landscapes keep breaking my fall.  A meadow turned sideways and dumping me off on a plane right below it that looks too much the same.  It’s a shoebox scene from second grade.

And like the dye of construction paper, the love fades.  Did we imagine we’d be contained in a scene where flowers become weeds?  And flowers and weeds are now two different things.

One sense less

In the deepest caves, there is no dark.  No light, no dark.  We’d have memory for eyes.  The kind that drift through skin air and stone.  The kind that move both ways.  Caverns within caves, every place has one sense more, with one sense less.  There’s bottomless steps.  Topless depths.

Bahia la Parguera

Our stilled minds released us
at the same time and the airy gust
set a sail at our backbones.
So we traced the see-through coast
downward like a kindergarten line.
Free momentum in our spines.
With each new breath
our hardwood bones squealed and broke and
treasures escaped through the cracks.
The inside expanded then blended with
the black air.  Your face was silent but your
face disappeared.
We saw sandstorms distant,
celebrating in its place, shapes, patterns
swirling like Rumi in space.
We entered dark waters and
the movements we made became bioluminescent
slurs in the bay of my memory.
Single-celled organisms that ignite
change.  And each new moon moment
activated and faded.
So bright, only
small things
can emit that light.

easy lies
crank and spin
the speed of the world

truth comes
cradles time
when there’s a slow moment

close[ing]

you stood there the lines of me by your side and some spirit eyes
up in a tree glowing green
a lioness heart warming beats in time
and sparkling seams of a dream bursting with each awakening
where did they fall?
you stood there so tall, and I was tall
and also low like midsummer moss your sneakers were sunken in
I was shimmering and felt like the moss more than anything
you asked me to join you for some sort of woods’ bike ride in your cotton tee
so I stood straight up in the thick of the thread
adventure saturating each seam no chance for anxiety

July 5th

Can you still
Light me up
Set me off?

foreign language

rummaging ruins
little temples locked behind bone
inside a cloud rainforest
captured in the of back my head