wind

you’re always

taking sides

your words

directionless

or rather

they lack

purpose

moved by wind

first one way

then another

you play

the middle

where

edges blur

advocating

mystery

or rather

a fog of opinions

wall full

of holes

nothing

bleeds through

you find

crooked paths

down

wards

distracted

by weeds

the garden

edged with flowers

that may

be useful

to offset

pests

small things

entering

every small

space

one way

or another

family

what a fragile and glorious thing

is family. so full of drama

and regret. ripe for hope.

we find so many ways to hurt

one another. through commission

or omission. you know how

we behave so monstrously.

and yet, there are moments of grace

where somehow none of that matters

or not at that moment. when

love is not just words

but releases itself in action,

pushing into our fear

and past all those years

of using words as weapons

or silence as leverage.

let family be a gift then,

and not a weight.

a basket, and not a net.

a joy, and not a burden.

quiet

the soft still voice

is so soft and still now

i wish it were not so

that i might be attuned

relearn how to attend

return to the source

where the song is birthed

where conversation begins

where i ask you questions

when you give me answers

searching

rhythm of the line plumbing against the measured response of belly and ache hiss along the spine when they find us in the throes of space edges towards the infinite proliferation of maybe

smell of power and this the gift of what may be or may not be a promise to hold the memory of you in the passing of flowers fading into the story of how everything becomes new again

drip drip drip of something wet stirred by the fantasy of possessing or surrender of choice cuts of me at the border of home and hearth fire instruments prodding the flesh of the past and where are you now?

the way things get done

slowly.

hands dirtied in pockets of time.

deeply.

uses and abuses and we all have secrets.

indeed.

find me another way of possible.

quietly.

there is so much work to be done.

finally.

this is the way to get things done.