SPJunePoetry

Window Rock

I think that I will always try
These rocks that lie
Erode to dust
Obliviates of clime
That never stops
That never holds
All life enfolds
And breaks away

(that's masculine;)
unfolding two

So many times
The rarer one
Is some undone
Encircled sun
Who breaks away
Like Earth and Sky
Distorted breaths
Of restlessness
Chaotic beams
On rocks
In streams
All new life

Leans
On broken things

©2004

Like a Woman Falling, Selected Poems

To Maggie One-Shoe

Long ago, sometime after nine-eleven, a dark-haired,
honey-tongued nymph, played among the waves
air-borne east in the name of the business of anima mundi
colendae gratia. While unbeknownst to her she left grounded
and forlorn behind her a single shoe. (Either that or the security
people took one when they opened her bag and rifled through
it!) Either way she was left with some very nice outfits and one
ridiculous pair of sandals.

                                    honey-tongued drifter
                          shoe-least less one
                      no less secure for it
                    is it less about security
                as it is about taking
                away the want in the ways
              taking breath, time and
            chances what is it with
          Hermes and these stupid
        shoe (re) new-moving passions
      adding new kick to the looks
    of what is put together
    Hermes is such an outlaw
    when it comes to outfits
    breaking it all down again
      to include our underside
      outfitting us out-wittingly
        primordial schemes in schema
            dreams in dramas
              disappearing wonders in the
                honey-dusted driftings of
                our well-work and
                  well-worn and well traveled
                    outfits. Outfitting us to fit
                      by mixing up others
                        security people with our
                        be longings

©2004 Like a Woman Falling, Selected Poems