Sunday, August 9, 2009

Dear Shulamite

I fear, dear Shulamite,
that I have awakened love
before it so desired.
(Song of Songs 2:7; 3:5; 8:4)

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Fall Whispers

While still summertime,
fall whispers through the dawn air,
early echoes of things that were.

A Memory of Childhood

Driving through a memory of childhood,
A symphony of quiet things
And animals,
Children’s voices in the chorus.
The sound of birds and an occasional car passing.

The smell of wind blowing through the cornfields,
A cow’s breath and maybe
Some diesel—
The perfume of rural life.

The green earth and blue sky
Wide and yawning
before me to see
moving along the strip of gray country road
twisting and calling as if I am part of it,
part of me, somewhere absorbed into the rocks and trees.

The ageless child, full of wonder,
I can feel myself
simultaneously standing still and
Traveling into the distance


Well, you said you were trying to push me away.
I guess you have succeeded.
I hope you feel better now,
having tossed me so aloofly aside.

Pick Your Poison

She says she likes me,
but she laces her compliments with shots at my character
sweet and sour mix
shaken with bitters,
And you drink her poison
Until you believe it,
Drunk on the cheap design
You stumble over our friendship
Into the dark alley of derision.