the front of a book can be opening a door…

the crisp pages full 

fruitful in the fingertips

the heart heavy in the chest

and rising high in lightness

with the anticipation

of escaping the armourous

shell and annihilating

the atmospheric restrictions

of a rigid world

of too much “real”

whirling around

as the gaze lays on the page 

I am finding a friend again in the gel tipped pen 

the smooth way it glides against scratchy surfaces

solidifying lines 

creating colors and things that now exist 

and before my hand, didn’t.

the ocean is in the sky today,

the sun’s rays reflecting

rainbows along its surface

 

messenger hawk swims by

to remind me to

pay attention

I Wish I Could Be Anywhere With You

halted & stopped,

    here & there

& now we’re off—

 

you start to feel that

evening energy

right before the sun comes down

as if the moon is readying the Earth

for the sound

 

but there is an edge

of something sharm I want

to play sweet, smooth strings;

a harp to your heart

but you

are lost in lack of sleep

or in a new reality

not needing physical

anything

 

 

I wish you’d read my favorite book

a fiction-non-fiction; a forming

            prophecy of love 

 

but if you couldn’t hear 

my screams,

how could I expect you to

hear

my whispers

 

 

with such a busy little life

fingers flurrying

 

Sweet Sugar Maggie

you hide all day in the tree-green vessel

torn open with a pocket knife

cozy in the cushion foam

squashed in safe softness

drifting and dreaming in the clouds

 

sniffing for a scent of musk

your best friend, no longer awakening at dusk

you show us all your courage

 

and curl your tail in

silk spirals on my skin

I never conceived you

but I know you are kin

Strong Feet

dusty is the path

dirty soles

burned your shoes

smokey leather

blisters, 

stepping on ashes

hot coals of

crystal and rock

F>F>F~

where have I gone 

princess stuck in a tree

covered in mud

and stuck to bark

glued to the skin of

my trunk and limbs

 

but there it all goes

floating in the air again

bobbling

       like a balloon

 

For Dobby

light & dark,

like life & death

all a joking matter

it takes work to swim

so easy to let go,

& drown

 

 

 

but with the ease and balance
of love

 

         we float.

Stop at the Spiral Sign

 holy hallucinations!

on the back of your hand

acid eye drops, yes,

tears are shed for the loss of

a girlhead

wandering around in the forest

no longer alone

but cocooned by a sentient earth

all light, and all dark

strike at once

a flash where all the trees and beings

disappear into existence