Category: poetry

trees in gibbs garden

Who Watches the Trees? a limerick

There was a young man who said, “God

Must think it exceedingly odd,

If He finds that this tree

Continues to be

When there’s no one around in the Quad.”

Dear Sir, 

Your astonishment’s odd.

I am always about in the Quad.

And that’s why the tree 

Will continue to be

Since observed by

Yours faithfully,

God

hummingbird

desiderata i: light

I want to be light

Light like a hummingbird

Poised in the air

Dancing feathers before

An open iris 

Teasing

Flitting 

Light like the feathers that leave

Its bijou body and float through the sky

To graze dewy grounds

Weightless

Light like the rays of sunbeams 

That escape through its wings

Casting shadows in its wake

Emitting rays and shadows

And rays and shadows

And rays and shadows

There is no question of presence

There is no question of this divinity

It is where it is

And it is held and free 

And purposeful and unengaged

And certain and knowing

Of spirit 

Of birthright

Of place

Of necessity

Of responsibility 

Of love

So when I say I want to be light

Perhaps I already 

Am

(photo credit: unknown)

every teardrop softens

every teardrop softens you

despite the weight of emotion

that accompanies them

so cry, baby, cry

let your own weight cradle you into tenderness

life carries with it a great many paradoxes

yours is to feel and experience

it is a privilege even the angels

are jealous of

may you | a poem

may your voice hover

steadily as your lips form

and tongue widen

to pray

may your skin be palpable

so your dense humanness

becomes your flotation

may you ascend

as you become your own

light

avian gods before dawn

darkness lingers outside

and the cacophony of chorus commences

before dawn cracks

the avian gods

hurl vocal chantings

one to another –

gliding from pole line to tree branch

calling and cajoling

losing themselves

into the essence

of a slowly awakening earth

how?

how did they do it – the ancient mystics?

for every breath i breathe

is pregnant with gratitude

and its spaces full of joy

now i get why they desired to live

in caves

light kisses her

let’s imagine it

that light kisses both her cheeks

both Sun and the Moon

mirrors essenes

a small prayer: mirrors

who are your mirrors?

may they be kind in their reflection.

may they amplify your glow.

may they hold space for you.

i write about you | a poem

i write about you
intermittently
somewhere
in between consciousness
i remember fuzzy feelings
wondering whether it’s time enough
for you to love me
to make sure my stiff heart now dusted down
pumps in beats that are echoed somewhere within the cage that
holds your heart
i love too strong
in breaths like sighs
in whispers passing wind
in cracks of fireworks
and city-wide carnivals
i love in sweaty moments of indiscretion
in the unity of perfectly laced shoes
in tiny hands that need to grip thumbs
love me in odd places solitary spaces
spaces that invite
rather than leave unrequited affections
for ruled gray lines of spiraled loose-leaf
mirrors essenes

other side of the mirror | a poem

look at me looking at you
mocking my smirk, reflecting my teeth
exposing a body of vanity
exposing a body of insecurity
let bathroom lights catch only my good side
the three of the four that manage to stay lit
this is the skin chosen for me
large illuminating eyes
newly discovered birthmark 
nose i learned to live with as a moody teen
cheekbones that stand proudly: gifted from my mother
abdomen that mocks the look of toning
childhood scars, an inherited browning over time
ingredients laid bare in front of –
me looking at you looking at me