One of two funky lapel pins I’ve discovered simply by paying attention to my surroundings, including the ground at my feet!
the mish-mash keeps her awake for hours / unseemly dreams, misspent allocations / they haunt her slumber, deride her restfulness // hawk-spirits gliding over harvest wheat / playful souls entwined in a dance of love / yet, she yearns to return to more concrete memories / her strength upholds her // trust sustains her desire / she believes she will thrive, despite the odds / despite all those who seek to devour the only light / she’s ever known
There’s a glossiness to it. A remembered sensate perception of calm, joy, light and warmth. It’s a glimpse of well-being I used to equate with a certainty of the existence of God. Often, I experience it in nature, walking through sun-dappled trees, green in all her varied shades, punctuated with dabs of purple, red, and yellow. Birds chirping and flying, squirrels and other unseen critters scampering among scattered leaves, birch trees and mighty oaks and gnarly walnuts, their trunks peeling or textured or wrapped in vines. It would not matter if I walked alone—often, it was my preference—or accompanied by another human presence. Satisfaction enveloped me, cocooned my body in its goodness.
Always, this is what I hunger for. It sustains me, even just the memory of those moments. And often, it alone is enough, just enough. More than enough!
One cannot seek it out or endeavor to manufacture these moments. But to place myself within the bounty of nature and beauty, the silence of the earth, what I hunger for does not disappoint. The need will be fed. A desire for comfort can be found within the depths of a quiet wood, under benevolent skies, with an eager eye and an open heart.
cover to cover,
of unfathomable riches
shrieks of grief
& insurmountable laughter
haunting every unwieldy chapter
i want to tell you a secret
she said, her auburn highlights
burning in the breeze
i know the way of men.
ok, i thought. and what of that?
she popped a bubble
and ran away,
the gauze of her smile
forever now etched on my mind.
she knows not what she wants
dares to dream with eyes wide open
curtains pushed aside
making way for the sun
on even the cloudiest days
silver trinkets bulging
from every serendipitous pocket