Black
In the dark
senses sharpen
pores awaken
pupils expand
In the dark
flavor is richer
blue is bolder
slow is wiser
When the sun sets
we will remember
that night is when
we light a fire
We tell brave stories
of women and men
who held the torches
and lead us away
from the who
the where
the how and
the when
From the forms
afraid of the dark
From the hell
the torture
And what
could have been
the final fade
of our days
It is always in
the ink of the night
where the real
shows itself
on the page
When the sun sets
we will remember
that the absence of light
and the absence of color
were never
one and the same
Hinge
She said let yourself be shattered
and I couldn't understand why
I felt flattered, flattened
and relieved at the same time
start with what you see
start with what you know
throw your old stacks
singe them
Grow
So I disrobe my loads in droves
shed relics, old memos
I scan for miscast maybes
purging all proof of pause
I inspect the form's armor
fling beliefs and safeguards
Let yourself be shattered
Feel the breaks and blows!
Abandon your demon's glamour
Ride with the tow!
I face straight ahead
to be sure it doesn't slow
watching the haze scuttle
and heave as it goes
While You Were Gone
While you were gone
I climbed mount everest
I jumped out of an airplane at full speed
I made chocolate from scratch
I bought a pet monkey
This is to say-
While you were gone
I ascended the mountain of questions
which lead to the summit of change
I witnessed the earth from a distant sky
and jumped without sign of a landing strip
This is to say
While you were gone
I felt what it is to know the thrill
of taking a long awaited risk
I savored the sweet
of quiet solo time
I didn't let the fear
of going at it alone
turn me against
this ever evolving
mighty playful
heart
And while we're here
Let me say-
Sometimes
metaphor is the departure
An invitation to pack up and go
To ride into the great unknown
And other times
And other times
metaphor is returning home
after a freewheeling ride
In the great unknown