THE IMAGE

Saw the sun today

framed by a train window.

For a moment only

we were witnesses

to each other.

And the glass 

between us

was like a mirror

that made me the sun

and the sun myself.

BELLOWS

You are

The cavity

That spirit

Breathes into.

Exhalation

Is what happens

When the universe

Draws its breath back.

Allow this.

Allow this.

Expand

And contract.

Oscillate

Between phases.

Essence is air.

Fire is life.

Be the bellows.

Let yourself

Be

Breathed.

MAKING METAPHORS

Red, growing among the vines.

Steel, round as the sun.

Water them or not.

Seek their protection.

Roses or shields.

Only you can decide

how to care for them,

use them.

They are the questions

you create

that only you can answer.

With figures of speech.
Petals and wounds.

THE TETHER

A cord

must be cut.

But a blade  

won't do.

A sharp edge is

not what’s needed.

Something else is.

Something where 
there's nothing 
to hazard.

Something that's 
safe and soft 
like a gesture, 
a touch: kindness.

Only kindness can

work the slack in

that loosens the ties 
that clasp and bind.