a ritual to start the work week
Nectar opens endlessly, unstable
unable to keep from filling
eager nostrils with its
sweetness, forever wafting, volatile
and vulnerable, taken
and given and giving and
taking, using our self-sustaining
insatiability for its own ends
and endings and beginnings.
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all this static
and mental crossfire
have my brain waves
going hay-wire
fighting battles
with no foes
and trading secrets
with no codes
but I know
closed blinds
don’t let sun shine
into cobwebbed corners
morning finds me
awake and aching
already exhausted
from night-years
of longing of woe
as one below
of one above
we wander
wondering why
we feel so alone
split by our wills
and our wealth
hiding inside
our selves
and our cells
finding mighty cons
to busy our minds
while our newness
keeps its peace
marginalized
but creeping
note by blotted note
into its own
center
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From choosing stop over snooze to
missing the third hup-two in my
moisturizing regimen (merely
watching the minutes whizz by),
minor slippages erode my
morning routine like this September
rain feeds high mountain streams
after a parched August. Perhaps
they’ll rediscover their beds
farther down hill as they
speed toward patient low lakes.
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just is just is just is just
when lived when felt when blood when dust
earth from flame to heal from blade
be true be fair renew remade
will can burn can hurt can harm
of heart of home of art of arm
born to bear forgive to know
beget be good regret regrow
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hawk over highway, perched and eyeing
like clouds withholding rain or ballots
boxed and stacked before the cast, standing
and pacing, not running nor flying,
steeping, weak and strengthening, not quite
complete, still turning, survived, alive,
but not yet thriving
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Please hold me I can’t say my name
he stutters from under our blame
as he unfurls his arm
praying I’ll do no harm
and prescribe more than state-funded shame.
Please hold our hurt in your heart
and consider how you played your part
and that changing the cast
can’t rewrite the past
and empathy is just the start.
Please hold all our lines are busy
and we don’t know how long it’ll be
all beds full, budgets tapped
rivers dry, spirits sapped
when there’s no care to spare are we free?
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feeling is believing
is knowing
is known
thru skin and thru nerve
into flesh
and bone
we move by emotion
creation
and flow
sensation shapes us
prepares us
to grow
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exhaust me
don’t let me catch my breath
leave me gasping
run me down
run me ragged
show me how it feels to lose myself
lose my head
leave this body
bury it in heaving
break this shell
feed us the pieces
make us grow
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Shadows of leaves, standing
before the mango sunrise,
shimmer across the bookshelf,
indistinct sequins cleansing
night’s rough spots from
our shared body. Curious,
isn’t it? How we wake
and walk and wonder,
when the answers slide
so simply into our rooms
each morning.
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Summer storms cheer us —
thunder hugging our silent
solitude from us.
Rain reminds us of
us — its weight and nourishment
ours to bear and share.
Not tears, raindrops won’t
fall alone and we — we must
feel them together.
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Grown giant in stillness, amplified
by emptiness, we dream clarity
into being. Seeing warnings
unheeded, breaths held, untaken,
made mile-markers by mistaken
graces — troubles doubled, trembles
trebled — humorless tremors rumble
through our femurs, form rumors
that splinter our fragile frames, bones
turned thorns. Arise — we chose floating
over flying, clouds over skies; these
notes — crumbs tumbling from
pockets, blazes lighting ways through
mazes — firm up our churning
stomachs, settle our guts to clear
these ruts and ride nearer our
fear — that cliff-edge begging to be
tested.
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a ritual to start the work week
