In the Keeping

Secrets swell in the keeping.
Sometimes someone sniffs them out,
But there is nothing that does not turn.
Nothing can grow as big as the world,
and all things forgotten dry up.
Some secrets don't need digging for,
Now that they are just more dirt.

The Breath of the Past

Two decades of my life were brisk,
and they blew by,
One day never having a scent of the next,
Or a clue about the last,
But now the breath of the past
Blows cold upon my back.
I can't move so fast,
But perhaps if I remember, I'll adapt.

Straw

She is a straw in a great well of love and nature,
The spirit world's ambassador,
None and all may travel with her.
She is an astral commuter.
Unheard and deeply understood,
Rejected and deeply beloved,
To describe her is to gift-wrap a flower,
A noble and futile gesture.

Get Right

Get going, get over, get traction, get up.
Hang tight, hang loose, hang out, hang tough.
Hold on, hold steady.
Keep it level, keep on trucking,
Keep your head up, keep your stick on the ice,
Shake it off, Shake it out.
Shake it.
Unhitch the trailer.

Get right.

Weapon of Choice

It might be some silly tradition you've had

Since you were four years young.

It might be a vice that you know you should quit,

Which makes it twice as fun.

It might be friends you don't deserve

Who let you talk too long,

Or some catchy, third-rate, number-twenty,

Upbeat little song

That came out seven years ago

and you just heard it now.

It only matters that you fight back.

I don't think it matters how.

Lighter Than Air

The way you walk makes the dragonflies stare.

The words you exhale come out lighter than air.

The gears of your mind whirr by too fast to see

Why you'd flirt with a ground-bound man-mound like me.

I tried to follow you, but the winds just weren't right,

and you sailed a thousand miles with one step into the night.

A Woman

A woman I rejoiced in meeting

Brings more with a familiar greeting,

But though I laud, her folks lament;

They wonder where their young girl went.

I find it backward, bitter how

They hardly see the her of now,

But girl-her's not gone anywhere;

In summer growth, spring's seed's still there.