Beget

I will remember

this innocence

tattered by life and broken

dead

grace be damned

and fathered still

I will remember

though knowing too late

the father loss pain

of his begetting

Chill

A Great Lakes second winter comes with a chill

as leaves skip and fly across hop scotched grass

with the whistle of ones waving from the tree top

swinging between sun and shade

in want of spring’s rebirth

so full and drunk with salvation

Epiphany

Words divide the sides,

felt and heard without soul or face.

Life though breathes

embodied now

Epiphany

traveled in foreign lands

beyond lines and limits

under stars out of reach

while love divine walks close.

nights

_MG_0321I don’t know in the night

about corner edges and how they hurt

about who is in charge of my broken heart

breath so loud with fear

and yet no voice

tears fall fast and never seen

the space divorced from eastern light

I don’t know in the night

about me, about hope