What’s the Risk

We travel this path
Exposed
here, I sit exposed
for what I am
for knowing that
regardless
of what you
or anyone thinks
here is where I am
and this is all I will ever be
and that
is perfectly okay
Honesty
bites
at the edge of my brain
gnawing at all that is unseen
it chews into what is obvious
and lets through
glimpses
of what is behind
what might be
no
but of what really is

Chance
is what I take
every time I put
myself on the line
soul visible to naked eye
and
fear is what lives inside
every time
I let you see
that which is
the reality me.

 

 

The prompt

The Bridge

It stands
mocking
the bridge that must be crossed
in silence and quiet beauty
it stands there
the bridge
between yesterday
and tomorrow
stand right here
at the edge of the river, the edge of the bridge
longing to dare to cross
dream the dreams
that are never to be
because always courage fails
forever other things come first
remember those dreams
hold fast
those dreams that require the ability
to work with due diligence
on that which is not for others
selfishly taking the time
to listen
to the siren song
that calls to the heart
Standing here
silent tears
adding to the
already overflowing river
that passes by
speeding off into eternity
all that there is
is regret

Dance

DSC01531Once upon a lifetime dreary
I walked the earth succinct and weary
Over a many days, life became a bore
and then
Finally, again
I heard the song
And I began again to dance

I remembered slowly at first
tentative steps
between silence and starlight
tentative became lively
and lively became life

And here we find ourselves
shiny tin hat
tiny orange wings
bare feet in the snow
rainbow of colors
clinging to every conceivable
place in my world
and I dance

hear your own tuba
who needs to march to a drum
Thrill to whatever music
your heart can hear
the past is behind you
the beauty within you
dance to your magic
live for your dreams

There You Were

She said you would be here
hard as I tried
I don’t know why
I just
couldn’t believe
that you would really be right here
I mean
how could I know
really be sure
that there you would be
trust
isn’t always
easy
for me
you know
but
there you were
right where she said
she knew
and
it made my heart
smile and feel safe
there you were
there I was and
here we are

The Youngest Among Us

Hey, we have a juggler
He’s not very good
He needs to try three balls, two is kind of lame
They juggle for tips
He’s not very good, he keeps dropping them
You would have to pay me to watch him… heh heh
Why aren’t they in school

Young
they are
five, maybe seven
the walk the narrow line
between the cars
stopped in morning traffic at the lights
jumping back as
the commuters move on
They ply their trade
trying
to coax
enough change
just
to
eat

Do you think
they understand
those who sit in judgement
High and warm
and fed
in their private bus
the realities
of street life
for these
the youngest
of the homeless

dare

Dare
to dance
in the bright blue light
of the Ecuadorean sun
Dare
to leap
from the solid sandy safety
of the river bank
dare
to face
all that fills your heart
with withering fear
dare
to sing
and loose all that tethers
your soul to the stars

cares

Simply strip off
your cares
all that weighs you down
slop off
the coverings
that separate
and play
in the dancing waters
the forbidden
happy dancing waters
of the fountain
that beckons you

Reflections on the Twins

They dance
They prance
they climb, panties high, on the buffet
they throw their shoes
and hairbrush
and insults
at the waiter
they preach
they screech
manners in a modern world
parents look on
bored
approving
not a word
not a look
engrossed in
their own display
of dismissal
snap your fingers,
People
like being treated
less than human
I’m sure
it will get you
waited on
and laughed at later
flies and honey?
you attract more flies
with the swat
of the Wallstreet Journal
than by any
passing show of respect

Quito

coffee brewing
grateful it was there
and with caffeine
and sugar
and strong
and there
up
too early
by far
and yet
the words creep through
and spill
across the page
mixing and mingling
with
random chasing thoughts
city sounds
bird songs
the breeze
diesel fumes
faint
unmistakable
morning
sounds and smells
caress
the back
of my brain