SHOE STORM

And all this time, here we were 

anxiously waiting 

for a second one to fall—

the sky went dark 

as the front moved in, but 

we didn't move—or notice at all. 

The downpour was sudden 

as the change 

of our confusion 

to a mood 

of sheer relinquishment 

and penitent compliance 

as we gave up keeping track 

of each split-

second oscillation 

between the odd 

and even counts of them 

now landing all around—

like little reprimands 

from heaven—

to the acquiescent ground.

WILD HONEY

With a warmness 

so soft that it's 

almost unbearable, 

the June wind coaxes 

the lavender open. 

At intervals which quicken,

each equal-parts-

furtive-and-

articulate blossom 

glows ultraviolet 

with innocence 

and inspiration—

a fecund mix

and elicit solicitation—

not to you or me, 

but the pollen-

mad bees whose 

deepening thrum 

now saturates existence

with the sweetest 

kind of greed. 

ENTREATY

I do not seek 

to travel the world, 

to lose myself 

in space; 

my wish 

is to be free 

as a tree is 

to stay forever 

in one place—

to just do 

the same thing 

endlessly, 

posed 

like I don't care. 

Such slender, double-

jointed limbs 

would do neither 

harm nor 

irritable reaching; 

such tender leaves 

and gossamer flowers

would always be 

oblivious 

to their reality's contingency

and eagerly 

invite beseeching.

However rooted, I

am sure 

that beings like these 

are less of the earth 

than they are 

of the air—and that,

for every ten minutes 

which I endure here, 

they, in their 

reverie, have dreamed

a thousand years.