Wednesday, November 28, 2012

freedom apples


what would I give
for a day with you

all the time I borrowed

all I own
in a box by the roadside

all the rough tides
that batter my heart

the price
for a ride
on your body of cloud

for holding you close
like a leaf holds the wind

everything, you ask
for one ticket
to turn the sky

Monday, November 12, 2012

winter waterfall


are you alive
in these concrete walls
God of stones

did they crush you into dust
when they threw me here
among strangers

was it my soul
I saw shatter

is this the river of my life
floating upward
like soft winter breath

dissolving into mist
as the sun captures
each particle

is this what I have become
who are light enough
to pass

through ice, and iron
through the sheer barricades
of time

you, who never
knew limits