Drove into a rainstorm with two passengers to my right
Had a conversation about two things on my mind
Two stop lights later I heard two loud sounds I knew
Two old friends of mine I hadnt seen for two whole years
Two hours later I had two beers in my hand
Two more for my two friends,
Two more for the road
At last I saw the two lights I knew as my own home
Two horses there greeted me, standing next to two pine trees
That’s when I was startled by two owls calling out
One from the East, the other from somewhere North
Two steps into my door, I met my two dogs who
Grabbed my two hands and made me feel at home
Where I sat at one of my two chairs
And shared dinner for two with the woman who I do care.
Month: June 2018
Assent (day 2567)
Don’t close your eyes around me
I’m not here so stay a while
When each the river’s running
Gone and take the other path
Call it what the heart’s assent
Eating grapes at the table
With a friend amongst four others
There’s your place
And welcomed grace.
Kindness (day 2566)
I drove over the bridge today
The same bridge we first held hands under.
I didnt stop to hear the babbling rocks
That had entranced me then, that day
Nor did I stop to enjoy the walk
Down to the well cared for meadow
That had me following butterflies
From timothy to my bellybutton.
My mind today was in a stranger place
One far from your embrace,
It was lost in a world of wonder
Knowing I’m not there anymore.
I started eating your sunflowers again today
The ones we never finished
On the day before you went away,
But I must say, I am still not clear of mind
With the imprint you left on me,
Though I cannot see too clearly your face
I feel your kindness now far away.
The Old School House (day 2565)
I dream often of the love we once shared
Often we’re walking down the steps
To the Sea, to the sand and wind
Where we shared lunch so fondly together.
I dream of silly conversation in a rented car
Where you showed me the house
You were raised in
Next to the old school house you played in.
I think of the way your hair came down,
The blues of your eyes as they stared into mine
Sitting in your old but geand chair,
I can only imagine you were wondering what I had planned.
We’d walk through the graveyard with your dog
That quickly adopted me
A walk I enjoyed finding names I had never known of.
It was here that the ghosts came to me,
Black top hats and leather soled shoes
That met us, dignified with a long fur coat
Set to ward off the coming fall colours.
I dreamed here, even then,
Moreso than I do now.
I hurt then moreso than I do now,
But the sorrow is still inside
When I remember what had been
And what, in my foolishness,
Let fall softly away like the shirt I never saw you wear.
Red River into Thy Heart (day 2564)
Deceived again
I’ve fallen into
A rabbit hole of goo.
Spewing all sorts of muck
A red river
And a dirty shoe.
Down down down I go
A pleasure cruise gone bad
Leaving little bits of lies
Discarded, buried deep.
And then at once
Sky opens up
Dragons retreat, depart
Leaving dark clouds
Rolling away
And a softened heart
Becomes.
Moonlit Spell (day 2563)
I came into the firelight when
The moon hollered my name
Whispered into my ear
Little memories I’d long forgotten
Spoke of a journey through the mist
Of a far off island adventure
A dog for a companion
Who chased away the ghosts.
There were streets of cobblestones
In an old quarter of an ancient town
Where whispers followed me,
I watched ghosts in their wagons go
And sat motionless in firelight
Dancing to and fro
Lost in reverie
Sunken into moonlight’s deepest spell.
Campfire After Dusk (day 2562)
Glow
Cold behind
Poker stick
A Door (day 2561)
I scrape loose ends
I know nothing
Behind doors exists darkness
My mind is blank
I cannot read the future
Salt (day 2560)
Pungent escapes
Raw landings
Death presents
Wildly natural
Unavoidable
Mountains of dirt
Burrowed
Army of ants
This Vessel (day 2559)
I’ve grown fond of tripping over ropes as I lean forward at the rail upon this mighty ship.
My hair blows into my face and it feels good letting go,
Though each time I rummage for more hope
I feel the wind crying at me as if I have always forgotten to say goodnight to it.
But I havent!
I whisper my serenity prayer each night I lay awake in bed,
And count the trees bending under the weight of their new leaves blowing to and fro.
I am forgetful, so I cannot be perfect.
But I plan my next voyage with this ship the vessel that will take me there,
Which makes me smile as my hand rummages through a few frayed strands that tell me stories.