Sundered fences
Leave me vulnerable
To intimacy
And possibility
So I shore them up
Defend against
Betrayals
And failure
Hoping all the while
Someone will breach them
Armed with no more
Than love and compassion
Sundered fences
Leave me vulnerable
To intimacy
And possibility
So I shore them up
Defend against
Betrayals
And failure
Hoping all the while
Someone will breach them
Armed with no more
Than love and compassion
The day-to-day
The ebb-and-flow
Cuts and layers
Excise and sediment
Build upon the I that was
Carve away the I that may
Remains the query
Who directs this knife and trowel
But the whim
Of tide and wave
Her love
A whitewater cascade
Fell hard
Into the basin
Of a lover
Whose stillness
Quelled
The torrent
In the confluence
They eddied
Mingled
Became one
An eternal embrace
Beyond the headlands
And the sea
Sunrise pierces
Morning mist
While a fog
Engulfs me
Impenetrably
So, walk the shore
Where there, at least
The mist will rise
Along the path
Find nature’s beauty
Tenacious star
Breaks through what once
Was naught but darkness
Girds my faith
This sun’s path so too my own
Now navigate this darkened murk
To find again the light within
Sun burns white hot
Through dissipating fog
Sets wildflowers ablaze
With its morning rays
Sonic beacon rendered mute
Its clarion calls to clarity
Invited cerulean hues
A day begun
In dour temper
Manifests its beauty
Stone breaks the surface
Of a void expanse
Empty to the edge of nothingness
The spare rock
Forms a peak atop a slope
Extending down I know not how deep
So I dive
Into the depths
To find the foundation
Of me
So that I might rise
Knowing the nature of self
And walk the featureless plain of me
Into being
Occluded skies
Reflected in a secluded cove
Cold, still water
With the clarity of glass
Now I
In this diffuse, scattered light
See the depths in crisp detail
A bed of granite
Obscured by sand and silt
In this, I see myself
The bedrock of me
Beneath a sediment of memory
And these beneath the terrible weight
Of experiences so fully repressed
As to be rendered transparent
So I stir up the bottom
Cloud the water
See what patterns emerge
To reveal the dark matter that is the forgotten me
Ripples
In the soft
And the hard
On the water
A gentle breeze
In the moment
On the granite
Storms and ice
Over aeons
In my spirit
The rock and roll
Of the history of me
We skim the slate grey
Beneath a gloomy grey
In our crimson coats
On our speedy boat
Exuding a rainbow of glee