Reflections

To each, the other: the infinite interplayful

Written for my best friend's wedding...

What dawning rouses us alive
Lightwashes open our eyes and
Throws our heads back to blinding-bright clouds
That does not defer to enfolding darkness?

Show me an ocean
Throwing foamy peaks
Who meet in mad crash
That does not dissolve to calm shore?

Who would shiver to the marrow
Through banks of bone-cold snow
Without the promise of flame to heat, thaw and dry us
Back to the bare naked warmcooling skin in which we were born?

Day to night
Sea to land
Ice to fire

So is your time to shoot a tendril heavenward
And in turn is yours to witness, whisper and hold

Shawn and Beth; Beth and Shawn
To each, the other, in turn

Because you have chosen
To circle your life with mine
Do I relax into the curve of us, the supple
Dance of yin and yang, yang and yin

Day to night
Sea to land
Ice to fire

And around shall we go
In the perpetual motion
Of the infinite interplayful

You curled around me curled around you, rolling
Like the wheel of the seasons
Always with the color of the other
In our hearts

The Sky is Still There

 

Sometimes it’s gray and
Everything is inside out a bone-wet chill
Pouring over life, it’s impossible
To go about a sunny day

                              The rain
Hijacks agendas
Even your grocery lists, fulfilled
Barely contained in sopping bags

Your eyes near the end of
Where a rainbow might have been
Light reminding you of other days

Now is not eternity
Tomorrow the sunny day may
Go about you

And at the end of the rainbow,
Where the air wrings itself of wet and gray
Illusion hangs
No part of any gold (fool’s or sage’s)

But you keep looking, keep looking

The sky is still there