Monday, February 14, 2011

a valentine's day poem for my wife

(memory can be a weight. measure it.
 you’re not finished yet. breathe.)

linger here, remembering
in the quiet of the day;
stop all that thinking
about what if? & what next?

victory continues to whisper in our ears,
around corners; we speak out hope in a
never-ending call & response,

violently seizing the kingdom,
leaving behind ghosts & bones
in the pursuit of that true voice
emerging into the light, & out of
the wild, dry desert.