At Least I Can Feel

The scope is just too large
The blank canvas too vast
I just don’t know where to start
So I crack my knuckles
Turn my gaze forward
And instead of tuning out distractions
I let them guide me
To worlds previously unseen
Unimagined
Words flow from my fingertips
Words that barely make sense to me
Words evoking moods and visuals
That exist only in my head
Or maybe I ripped them off
From the plethora of sensations
Bombarding me at every turn
Someone once told me to be mindful
But they didn’t know or understand
For me that means everything
Boring down on me at once
And I can’t pry apart
The real from the surreal
When it all sounds and feels
So good and so bad
I’m not sure which is better
At least I can feel.

August 13, 2013 0

Last Gasps of Summer

Lay me down on the cool moss
Near the sparkling swift water
In the dappled warm sunlight
Where we can breathe deeply
The last gasps of summer.

No season can compare
To this that brings our skin so close
And the birds visit from the heavens
Just to share in the pure joy
Of us.

Now we can sweetly rest
With only the sun to guide
Until the moon takes our hands
And we continue on our path
Together in the open night.

August 12, 2013 2

They Find Me Out

Too tired to try again today
So many ideas
I’m just repeating myself
Nobody’s listening anyway
No matter what name I use
They find me out
Silly me
For thinking I can start over
When the only things new
Are pretend
And exist only in my head
If only I could be the one
People tune in to hear
Or look to for oddly compelling beauty
But I’ve been the back-up
The last hurrah
Coming through in a pinch
To everyone’s surprise
Because they hadn’t known
Or they had forgotten
The depths I generally visited
Were my comfort zone
And I could speak the language of anguish
So I shouldn’t be so shocked
And put down
When they don’t turn to me
For fun and games
Even though
I’ve always liked to play.

August 10, 2013 2

Finish That Thought

My skin warms under your gaze
As if the sun has appeared in this room
To use the term “melting” is incongruous
Since I’ve never felt so firm or alert
You’ve somehow turned a spotlight on me
While leaving yourself a silhouette
I can make out just enough
To know the answers to all my questions
We’ll have some serious conversation
You and I
Eventually
But let’s finish this thought
Before the sun really sets
And rises again
Before words take over what’s important