THE REFRAIN

Life only wants

to hear yes.

When it reaches 

for you

take its hand.

Every time.

Let yes be

your answer 

to its 

invitation.

Let yes be 

your refrain.

Let yes be 

the way 

you touch 

into love.

PALM 

There is something 

so calming

about the wind 

through the leaves

of a palm tree

that tells this body:

make your own sigh,

relax and be at peace.

petals on acid

death to metaphor 

        is like

         

tie-dye tinted 

            flowers

decomposing

            before a time 

                    lapse

        camera

in a chemist's lab

           at dusk

WHAT THE SKY SEES

As if the sky.

As if from the sky and looking down

at cities

or water

as water moves through streets and skies.

Or mountains and deserts

of foreign planets.

Moves as a hatchery

spawning interlacing 

necklaces of light.

As honeycombs fractured from glass.

A hive diving into itself 

through mirrors and sand.

As if the sky

were a citadel of seeing

a firmament

under water 

watching the watcher

scatter and refract

in every imaginable

direction.

GENTLY, WITHOUT FEAR

backlit by the sun

leaf         electric

a body 

a breathing

                like a lung 

open hand 

           to               ambiguity

in the 

                        balance

          memory

made green

 

                       once

                   again