while on around me the world spins

no one wins

no one can

even poetry is full of blankness-answers

do not come

would money make it all okay

perhaps

i’d have things

wouldn’t have to think about ten dollars as food

maybe buy a book

but then

who would my friends be

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and makes the trees speak in longing whispers

catlike it stalks the night

relentlessly

it is there I meet you in

this field of dreams.  Breezes blow

gently rustling trees surrounding the

grassy expanse between our lives.

there is a beach across heaven where once we met and

it was there I bridged this great divide

crossing the meadow between lives

reaching across life to life

hand to hand

fingers briefly brushing

for a moment

slouching towards eternity

silence a voice singing

life is a waiting room the dock before

embarking time

i lie in my truck bed

watching the stars in the endless expanse of the night sky

hearing songs and snippets of memory

forever whispering dearheart

while satellite stars track tiny across the black bright sky

there are only spaces northern lights dance across

we live

then traverse

forever is simply dancing the meadow

between lives

they don’t tell you that.

Time heals all wounds. No.

It’s always there, the hole left inside the sense

of unfairness

the invisible bridge that separates the living

from the dead.

you are everywhere

everywhere i see you and hear you

and i should not feel sad because

you are there

rain falls often despite this

truth

rendered brown by the spring rains.

her voice, low, harmonious

calls to me

and I have heard her in the night’s shapeless dreams she

has cut me in two

my soul wanders aimlessly in her icewater mansions

my body wandering over grassy prairie seas

I hesitate–

seeking wholeness

Drawn to her I go.

in the midst of life’s spiraling change only

this, this endless expanse has remained changeless

as far as the eye can see water joins seamlessly with

blue sky a marriage of opposites, their child the rain

this is not a lake, no

it is the ocean, glacial ocean shimmering in sunlight it has moods

of peace and of war

first a mirror then lightning

strikes

she roils and boils in anger, November winds waves lashing

catching ore boats unawares

reaching to claim what

is not of her

she screams she is not to be tamed

she is a spirit that haunts

and is haunted for she has had countless millenia to contemplate

the edges of eternity

humanity comes and goes in evanescent silence

only she remains

two cities rise along the shore

she is captivating

allowing us near

reflecting the glow of

the aurora borealis dancing across the sky

we sail on shimmering lights  and dance across the universe

she is Superior, Gitchee Gumee, shining big sea water

unclaiming

unclaimed

–from Rattle #25, Summer 2005

I see myself always beside the water
running headlong into the waves
shining, sparkling water blue blue
as the sky above,
sheer joy dancing in the waves
my self is there
not here, or here
my heart gone long ago
only waiting to be reclaimed