The wood sits plainly in need of some
Warmth for this night, cold breath to hang over its stack of
Dry splinters, while gathered and worked, poked and fed some
Tinder to cheer its bored kindling, and wait to become
Part of the evening.
game
You and me
climbed a tree
just for the love of the game.
You stuck my head among the clouds
and said I dreamed too much.
I walked the skinny branch and said
I liked to be so high,
but you can only love what’s good for you
until it brings you down.
Oh, you can only love what’s good for you
until it lets you down.
work
If He could take some grainy stubborn heart,
take it for a rainy day, sit and set it on His knees,
hold it out and work it 'til the water drops and falls,
sliding down a finished surface,
He can take my vulnerable eager heart,
for in His able hands, He can
mangle it, angle it, kill it if He must,
then hold it out new to the shining of the sun.
His soft voice could ring a thousand bells and
call me back home.
rain
They duck beneath shades of blue,
of green, of black, of things that
shelter them from the rain.
I laugh when they pinch my nose,
tilt my head back, shout, "Listen to that!"
It's the heart of my brain,
the sound that it makes -
that thick, dusty rain.
missing
Rolling down this hill is like the lurid
butterflies of my stomach are
spilling from my mouth,
unintentionally still,
but I am fully
awake.
goodbye, sailor
Is the clock still in honest shape
or are my fingers really not so alone?
Your arm in one sleeve and mine in the other,
we make the shadow of a great big man
and roll down hills of navy blue.
Dizzy eyes make for perfect trips to
late night picnics on the dock and
when the water laps the wood I feel
you know that I'm not okay -
We laugh until we've pardoned the moon.
