11.13.2014

your cry

one sound at once
 pierces the silence
 ignites every fiber of my being
one sound that makes
 me feel both irreplaceable
 and life-giving in this world
one sound that will
 forever be etched in my heart
 always be yours
that sound is
 your cry
 my life

11.08.2014

lost & found



I have been lost
  In shadowy leaves
      dancing across the sidewalk in the late morning sun
  In thick laughter
      rich with stories friends share around the dinner table 
  In poetic words
      drank from a page as aromatic as the dark coffee nestled in my hands

I have been found....
  In a child's tender smile
      gurgling forth unhindered  giving me hope for the future
   In the strong arms
        and the warm chest of my soul mate’s embrace
   In the everlasting truth
       of God's love and promises fulfilled
I pray that today 
   you too are lost... and found.

11.03.2014

visits

late night visits in the
dark of your room
we curl up against each other
skin against skin
your breath barely
breaking the silence

11.02.2014

taking responsibility

it's about time you took
responsibility for the way
my heart gets stuck in my throat
and how hard it gets to breath
and how heady I become every time
you walk in the room
it's about time you recognize
what you've done to me

10.30.2014

fall
slowly, spiraling drops of honey, crimson and amber
across the road and yard in bright ticker-tape style
fall
warm on my back, crisp in my nose,
linger on speckled gourds in no particular hurry
fall
remind us to draw slow down and cuddle in,
pull out scratchy sweaters and heat up cider
fall
more than a season, a show or a verb,
a welcome friend with time to spare

10.29.2014

inventory

every morning i tirelessly inventory
carefully counting, checking and memorizing
every single detail of your tiny yet growing
body
every lash, smile and scent carefully categorized
and then, just for good measure
i start at the top and record every inch
of you all over again
fervently willing my eyes, my heart,
to never, ever, forget a single minutia


the corners of this life are
bent and curled,
familiar and warm,
dog eared from time
and the affectionate handling
of moments I cherish most
and those I love to live
again and again

poetry best affords me the ability to catalog
all the days I never want to forget!