Lesson from beyond

The dead come to call

teach me their magic

I can’t hear voices

only gauge smiles

on younger faces.

The dead visit dreams

impart their Shaman

wisdom:

I attempt invisibility,

disappear badly

flap my extremities.

The dead cannot see

this level of insanity

we inhabit.

Hemmed in,

shut down,

cancelled.

You paint

empty corners

where sunlight

spikes the shadows.

Who am I

to understand

your truth?

You nightly

hide in dreams,

my child:

at least

you were

now grown

in beauty.

We talk

In whispers

aeons

separate & rent

our structure.

You hide:

an enigma

to me.

Your cells

still circulate

my blood,

& yet

like mountain

peaks we watch

but never cross

the ether.

May day





 
 
It’s a late spring
leaves tight furled
 
& the swallows
ruffle feathers
 
In the chill:
 
the willow
Is ephemeral
 
like a fragile
young girl,
 
testing her
smile.
 
I think of
you often
 
distance never
tarnishes
 
the warmth
you bring,
 
& I hide
the empty

nights
 
with dreams
of mellow
 
seas,
 
a burning
sun &
 
summer kisses:
 
the taste
of you,
 
like cherries.