Month: March 2019

She comes through the fields
carrying water bottle and bread,
she is welcome here among
the heaving lungs and sweated body
of this seasonal haymaker.

The touch of his presence
on the breath of the wind
is what we shall feel
on the long road within.

Salt of the earth
to the earth returned.
come now this sadness
that shapes us in turn.

So long ago it seems,
as long as the road
that stretches before me;
I keep looking for him
and when he appears
as a mirage in the distance,
I hasten my pace,
I hasten my pace.

Yellow moon
follows me all the way home
like the tear follows
the contour of my cheek;
and when I slide between the sheets
it sits outside my window
until the night has passed.

Speak your words,
hold their hearts
with your eyes,
three times
watch the moon rise
and wane
and hold the line
until you speak again.

Here we are in the breath of the wind
jostled by tumbling clouds
banging on the side of the mountain;
here we are at the end of the day on the road,
sitting on the deck watching the town lights
dancing on the lake.

I’m driving beneath
a warm, pastel sky,
singing the joy
of a road trip
that has no destination
except the distance
that is never too far.

Pearls trampled in the weariness
of disappointment are sullied
like the promise unfulfilled;
oh give me water, give me wine,
let me hear you speak the promise
dear friends of mine.

lay aside your heart
in all things,
he said,
for unless you do
it will break beyond repair.