“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
Matsuo Basho
Ognissanti
I'm not ready for immersion but the feeling of these damp steps beneath me will become a perennial part of my being. I lift heavy hands to mouth thinking only about breaking suddenly into from veganism to vegetarianism. I taste nothing new. The sensation of being relinquished and forgotten here, deep in the fall, will stay with me for years.
Translucence (Revisited)
In my translucence
I gather kindling,
clean the fireplace,
and sweep the hearth
of a fire that needs no nurturing.
Envelope
I don’t want to kiss you
But the memory of a kiss lights our outline.
We are newborn friends with matching hips
And I feel your ascending exterior as we continue to turn.
Rounding each corner becomes better than the kiss
It becomes the kiss,
The opening of doors:
One at the cheek
One at the belly
Arrival Day, Tasting Puglia
The luminous atmosphere of that first evening of arrival would foreshadow our time together in coming 10 days. Good friends and family were about to embark on adventure and discovery in new territory.
Speaks Your Name
About longing for subtleties
(Because every sip of you stirs deep)
About experiencing dawn in slow motion
(Because knowing you reminds me to note every shift in color and light)
About yielding to the sweetness of beginning
(Because every song now speaks your name)
The Salt of You
Stories that remember your body
are new to me
but memory gravitates and I flirt
with the idea of dipping into you
one toe at a time until
at long last,
I am submerged in the dense salt of you.
Two Hips and A Doorframe
Don’t consider
where the road leads
Just. Let’s. Walk. Together.
Both in and out of time
Your hip is on mine
Bound for Corrosion
Fuse me, the magma in my heart,
To the fire core that birthed this rock
Where once upon a time
Lava loved forth like a fluid firework
Like an unreasonable river
Only to eventually cool solid.
The Telling Place
Be still when I speak, I’m trying
To get back into the telling place
This is not about you
It’s all about me, and this:
How to grow love
How to be in it
ogni passo
step together
step anyway
step for you
step for her
step for hope
step forward.
Here’s to a year of movement-
Live every step for what it is.
Happy Transition!
Somewhere Deep: Go To The Edge (Part 4)
The passage is now accompanied by knowing
So I travel downward on the memory of upward perspective
Unclothed of reciprocity, sores from the initial cascade reopen
They know about the inevitable upward climb.
Somewhere Deep: Taking Back The View (Part 3)
I’ll be here
When the outskirts of stability blend
with the disorderly flurries at love’s windy precipice.
I will dive again