Passage
Where I end May you begin Pick up What I had to put down A future with no past Take away What I had to leave Ever only at the last Carry on Without my burdens Beneath the glow of my dreams Walk along The torrent of my hopes Skipping
thinking at human speed, writing from human need
Where I end May you begin Pick up What I had to put down A future with no past Take away What I had to leave Ever only at the last Carry on Without my burdens Beneath the glow of my dreams Walk along The torrent of my hopes Skipping
A hydrangea tree stands In the center of my secret yard These past three years I have seen it live and die Sense the sun and smell the rain Stretch and reach for the sky Lose a limb from a hurricane Come back again and again What I have learned
Mourn me when I’m gone That’s all I ask of you Who else will Wait for me in the afterlife With a latte and two balloons Don’t leave me here Unmoored, adrift In the absence of you What will I know of grief What can I know
Don’t tell me To not talk about politics In our country Where my sons could die In their classroom Or in a Wal-Mart For the wrong shape of eyes That they got from me Don’t tell me You don’t care Who wins or loses Waiting for your
October 12, 2023, 8:30 pm Pacific ambling along the bush and berm we were strange company shuffling shoes and shifting sand trailing whispers across the camp a crowd of shadows, a nameless choir musing over waves and fire flocking together sight unknown gathering afield as we roamed missionary roads,