Wingtips

Waiting Room

Waiting Room

I imagine the sky when the world ignores
me trapped in a windowless room.
I hear the wind crash against rough walls
and cicadas sing buried in my head 's heat.

A painted sun drills an eye and dries
a newborn tear while pieces of life dive
into the black waves of waiting.

Insomnia

Darkness is now veined with white
and naked like the sand deserted by tides--
her hand, with moon-pointed nails,
is not tired yet
though digging my body through
all night.

In the morning

 

Everything is transfigured -- words too,
newborn, strive to name
our thoughts still blurred by sleep.

Awakening

 

The street is  dirty with early traffic
when the wind dives through the sky
and knocks on my window
with magnolia blooms.

From: Farther than Far

Yes, we've come out,but out of what if we don't recognize
each other. I can't ask who you are, can't say
who I am. Walking ahead, we lost our names.

The Seagull

A seagull sails along hope,
pushed by the wind, he falls,
reaches the heart's edge,
waves his white flag, there,
where his nest will be.

Spring

Among last puffs of darkness
the sun smooths the wrinkles
of a new day.