Push

Push it
What if we push it

Will it topple
Will it sway

Will we lean into the meaning
Can we expose the reality

Push it
What if I push it

Will you run
Will you go away

Will you lean into my longing
Will it expose our needing

Push it
What if you push it

Will you fall into the listening
Will you learn on my back

Will I let you fall
Will I let you be imperfect

1969

Rocket to the moon
Iris full of stars
Gathering sparkly pixie dust
Fueling up on Mars

Planet orange as sugary Tang
Seat from which to watch big bang
Aerodynamic time of thrust
Shiny silver projectile lust

Lovely, Lovely Darkness

Should darkness always be my friend
Intensity dodging looming daybreak
Night is for doing, feeling, reeling
Sight and sound in crisp harmony

Morning is for longing
Rise before the dawn
Breathe in perfumed melody
Hoping for a message

There always is a message
Dancing on a message
To keep the dream from waking
Promise of a message

Never calling me back
To the ache that is unfathomable
The possibility of the new
Entrances like a jailbreak

Space

Hold space for me as bodies wither
I will remind you of nimble, bronze agility
Of pounding need for sensory

Hold space for me, so I may be imperfect
You, in turn, will have wings of gratitude to lift you

Hold space for me as I learn to live this time
This time that was unplanned

This time we haven’t much of

And I will hold space for you

Life Ache

Bruised shin hard fast work good pain ache
Puncture wound humiliation stabbing nausea hurt ache
Drowning gasping fear escape help me ache
Hangover sweet light headed swirling twirling love ache