Muddy Boots
Soggy roots
Dripping down my back
Tag: back
Bending Backs (day 2513)
Another day we wait as it rains
A day to refresh the sun
Our tents blow their fresh layer of spray
Upon our bending backs
And our boots slop through the mud
As we putter about what’s become familiarly ours
Yet our eyes cease not their yearn
For the forest upon field’s edge
A forever shifting natural escape
Winding its way through this new season
As our tired hands find their way
Along new lines of worn wood
Waiting for its new home.
Shared Departed (day 2418)
I shared a look that you did see
Turned it on it’s side
Held it out in clear sunlight
Observed it as it shined
Then in an instant dropped it to
Your other hand to give
Me back the look I dared to share
Unrequited and un-moved.
It took a while, alone I sat
To shake the shock from my back
Realizing what had just passed
What message I had just received;
It was not that I felt no sadness
No, nor that it mattered little to me,
But I had to understand there was
Only one way to respect our nature –
Cosmic ordinance of this universe –
That left my look and yours departed.
Postcard / Gift (day 2416)
I picked up a postcard today
With such delicate, serene beauty
I didn’t want to write on the back;
I didn’t want to scar the surface
Of the unmarked landscape.
I held the postcard in my hand
Flipping it from front to back
Not quite sure how to decide
Which side was for me,
And which side was a gift.
Night Air (day 2356)
I sit here in the back
Imagining I smoke
Feeling the night air
Curse through my mind
Lazy with a faint desire
To hold my body close
Skin
Presence
Ache with a consistency
That turns red
Beneath my nails
Crawling like breath
Upon night air
Jade (day 2345)
I was a little jaded
When a mosquito came to me
Left me with a bump
I could not make or see
I slept with it around
Ever present humming loud
To wake at last
To a warm breath
And a jade egg on my back.
Born a Leopard (day 2147)
I was born a leopard
Faster then lightening
With a fierce bite
Family has answers
And I don’t travel in a pack
Let the moon crawl
As each spot upon my back
Snarl in the pale light
This is a silver ghost
And I don’t listen to whispers
Forget we are dancers
Paws in the sand
Rooting like trees
Leaning as the wind goes
And I don’t run without answers
Moon at Midnight – Part XXXXXVIII (day 2032)
I felt like I was getting pretty good at identifying plants
It was really enjoyable for me
To go out looking for medicine and herbs
With Willow
It was incredibly peaceful with her
Walking lightly through the forest
Listening to birds
And waiting for animals to do their things
Before we did ours
This was a beautiful life,
I kept thinking to myself
How I had been so lucky to have
Met Moon Cow so many moons ago now
As they stopped me while I was walking
East from Amy and Frank’s house
After leaving them for the first time,
One day while the two of us
Were stopped along a brook
I asked Willow if she wanted more children
She looked at me and smiled
And said that she had always dreamed
Of having four children
I guess I had kind of already known her answer
Before I had asked it
But was looking for some kind of affirmation
I felt at home with her
I knew that much for certain
I knew that my lonely heart
That had set me out on the road
So many moons ago
Was no longer lonely
That Willow and Lily and Moon Cow
Were the family I really never knew
I was missing.
I held her close
And kissed her deeply
I could feel the gentle squeeze
Her strong hands made
Upon the small of my back
As she let me know with her hands
How she felt about me
Her love was like the sun on my skin
Her touch burned me
With complete satisfaction
Right to my soul
In a way that I had never felt before
Every moment with her
She taught me how to be a more kind human.
We spent the remainder of the warm but late
Summer day tangled in each other
Rolling in each others ecstasy
Rising and flowing
As we taught each other
The flow of the river
With our hands and noses
With our gentle kisses
And passion.
Of Delicacy (day 1820)
To wish away cruelness
Tap against night’s rain
Linger in a soft gaze
Float about a name.
A paw against green grass
Sound amidst deep silence
Precious moments first awake
Gospel of harmony.
Hand upon arching back
Soul touch tingling neck
Gaze upon a sweet moon
Mist upon dark sea.
Delicacy Bare (day 1801)
Remember my delicacy
A tip-toe on the tip of your nose
I worked a thread
As it came bare
Into my arcing back.
I sang a song with misery,
It was my comfort bare,
It left a tail upon my thought
And there it wags
In constellations.