Cloudy Love

 

Cloudy Love

 

Inconsistent, intermittent: like the clouds.

Inconsistent only in appearance.

They are never gone or absent forever.

Somewhere they are always in existence.

 

Beautiful and ever changing: like the clouds.

Not tied or tethered, not longing for flight.

Beyond the horizon, just past the sunset.

Sometimes they are just beyond your eye’s sight.

 

Nourishing and life bringing: like the clouds.

They come bringing cleansing rain and cool shade.

Life springs from these: emerald grass and fresh flowers.

And the world glows like an African glade.

 

Any true love is like the clouds in its essence.

Nourishing in its absence and in its presence.

Beyond that Next

 
Beyond that Next
 
Icarus
              As my candle melts
 
No sun
No wings
 
A salty rim
And a dead man sings…
 
No smoke
But a fire
 
Inked ankles
Remind me
 
There is more
That just now
 
But the past is gone
And the future is dark
 
Tomorrow’s plans
Are just for the day
 
Nothing else
Beyond that next
              Dark horizon

From it Grows

From It Grows
 
Love isn’t everything
But care is the core
 
From it grows…
Yes, division and hate
                           And fear
 
These become monsters
When we lose the care,
Lose the love,
That brought them into being.

Gaps

 Gaps

The gaps we glide over:
With our eyes,
With our thoughts
With our love.
 
They are what hold the world together:
Else all would be one,
No distinctions,
And so no words.
 
We are social creatures.
Too much unity blurs…
Too much division breaks…
It needs a middle.
 
The gaps we see
And play upon
And bridge
Or fight over…
They are as important
As the ones
We glide over…
Knowing it or not.

Distance…

 Distance…

 

Distance leads to indifference

Not fondness

Being close brings a crudeness

              That can fester

              Or fertilize

 

Balance and time

              Things pass

              And outweigh

Nothing is eternal

              But time

And that always changes

The scales always move

Even if from the breeze

The wind of a watch

              As it swings

One movement stored up

              Made to another

              One more precise

Distance traveled

              Or leapt over

To connect

Something always lost

              On the way

 

 

 

Youth in the Dark

 
Youth in the Dark
 
He rushes down the stairs,
Still tucking in his shirt.
Primping, in a rush for…
Rejection: short and curt.
 
Never put together,
And always, always late.
Still, eager and thoughtful.
Smiling despite his fate.
 
Bright and even handsome,
Resourceful, committed.
But not polished and sharp,
So seen as dimwitted.
 
His tie is a bit too old,
Not enough, they say,
To be cool and vintage.
But cute in a crude way.
 
He wants to get a break,
Get into some career.
But the probable break
Will be to run from here.
 
‘But what here and what where?’
Is what he doesn’t know.
Both just beyond his reach,
Both are dark and will not show.
 
Won’t show what is good.
Won’t show what is right.
Won’t lead him to peace
And out of this night.
 
So he rushes and smiles,
Is courteous and kind,
And takes up this burden
Until his path he will find.

Faithful Ignorance

Faithful Ignorance 

It's when we ignore

All the noise swarming 

Around our full heads,

That hope might come blessing.

When we make the choice 

To take up only

What we might handle,

And take it up boldly...

We live in a state

Of some ignorance,

But one that is come to

From a weak inference...

They say, God helps those

That will help themselves,

But punishes those

Who make gods of themselves...

And it is a hope

That inspires us

To try to take hold 

Of what might save us... 

In faithful ignorance 

We may find bravery,

And some success with it.

If God takes up his part,

And we leave space for it.