Darkness

darkness comes,
bats chirruping on
the midnight hunt
for insects

pulsing chant of druid
crickets, matching
heartbeats, and
the tiny slip and creak

of the garden sail
sounds like no monster
you were expecting,
the stars are out

still and fixed until
a glance, the look-again
shows they’ve migrated
to new horizons

moved to another sphere,
other longitudes in the
deepening blackness, thank
god for this space,

this slow-moving, untethered
rest in all the wearied
world, ever more
transfixed

on the clear scent of
the stream, softly
rolling with last
night’s rain

the dark becomes
more friend
than day with this
rhythm of the universe

coursing through
rivers of stars
above, all one needs
is to sit, be, listen

observe the silken quiet
of the moment,
the breath of trees in
the waves of breezes

let go the day
where the push and pull
of the world leaks
all over your conscience

be, rest, breathe
evolve, inhale the
thousand whispered
nutrients of darkness, night

Rowdy

Feeling rowdy
uppity

energetic
overly-jazzed

sometimes I listen
for the school

secretary to call
down and check me

out of class
Hall pass!

Freedom.
Ambulation.

An uninhibited
walk-about

Maybe I’ll go to
Scotland or France

Sometimes I
weep uncontrollably

Though I probably
could ‘control’ it

I don’t wat to,
sometimes

I feel undone
definitely not

crazy
more like that

song where Dave
says you could

look inside the person’s
skull and see

their mind,
what’s on my mind

is ‘x’ marks the spot
just above my heart

it just keeps coming up,
and loneliness

sometimes on account
of the ‘y’ but

I’m okay with ‘z’
fantasies for now

wanting to escape
or wanting to feel

it may go either way
a spectrum of emotion

Quantum Dreams

I dreamed about you last night.
The most sweet, ephemeral vignette.
We were sitting in my car.
You were in the passenger seat.

We were both sleeping, in sound repose.
The view from the car was stunning
The sun was setting over a gorgeous canyon
Or maybe it was rising.

That’s the quantum question.
Molten crimson and fuchsia flung into the cerulean air
Reflected in the clouds over vermillion sandstone and chalky copper-oxygenated azurite.
You woke.

I stirred.
We were both still groggy from the sleep,
and the car was warm and comforting
with our shared body heat.

You turned to me and said quietly… “That was so nice.”
And I smiled.
Content.
As the dream faded, just as peacefully as it began.