The Truth About Life

Sometimes, your petals fall off.

Sometimes it's winter and
You search for water and green
But find a sea of white.

Sometimes you're the one cloud
Separate and lagging
Behind the rest racing for
An endless blue above the ocean.

Sometimes a smile
And a hand-hold
Mean the whole world.

Sometimes you need your kid
To read you Rumi.
To sit with you quietly
While you cry on the inside.

Until you wake up in the deepest breath,
The clarity that makes no sense
In all this fear of life and death,

We're blessed to be here.

Early Adieu

He told me today.
Aggressive and late detected.
For a moment I was 12.

I felt like my petals fell off
Like a strong current swept me,
Helpless and spinning
Tossed up and under
Blinded, childlike,

Powerless.

As if it were winter and
I bent towards earth buried.
Seeking, searching,
Water and green,
Beneath a sea of white.

Like I was the one cloud
Separate and lagging
Behind the rest racing for
An endless blue above the ocean.

Cancer.

Stopped me, spun me,
Unforgiving.

I watch closely now.
The eyes that are mine
In the face growing thin,
Pale
Talking quickly,
Guilt ridden.

"It's not your fault, Dad.",
I want to tell him.
Smile and show him I'm ok.
But my eyes are his and he knows
Their nuances.
The truth within the slight
Dampening
Dimming
Somber understanding.

Then I held it together,
Smiled, stayed practical.

I felt his heavy thanks,
The wave of graciousness.
I thought of his strength and pain,
This beautiful man trying to figure out the impossible;

How do you tell your child you’re dying?

We left smiling
I told a joke.
I hugged him close and he choked
On tears not meant to be seen.

Then we left cheerily.

Hung my head as soon as the car door closed.
Couldn't hold
My heart,
or him here.

It's ok.
This will fade into acceptance,
Re-connection,
peace and light for having such
A blessing.

You've been the best thing.
Taught me patience, love, understanding
Relinquishing the shallow things
Awareness of ego and
The soulful self reflection -

You were everything you should've been
For me.

There is greatness in him.
A man who stands beside a child and opens wide,
Unaware of what is shared with the world.
A man who sits with dying friends,
Who understands the loneliness,
Who hands out companionship,
Despite the cost in loss.

Don't doubt it now,
Reflect and feel your soul, proud,
Of all you leave behind.

Seven lovely lives,
that never would've been without you.

I'll take you where you wished you'd gone,
The Andes, Cuba, the amazon
We'll pray with shamans and walk the Inca trail.

Then visit cities, like new Orleans,
Boston, Memphis Tennessee,
All the blues bars, rock and jazz,
I'll hear you in the walls there,
Underneath the notes played,
Inside the knowing faces,
Of those who feel the same.

Your love lasts miles
Despite any distance.
There is music we can listen to,
Whenever we might need to hear you,
Landscape we can look upon,
To feel your hippie spirit, strong,
Rocking solos as you forget to breathe.

Now there's no need.

We'll take in all the air you left us
Ocean breezes, mountain echoes
Phone calls to answering machines
Messages you left me,
"Even the fucking bears would miss you if 
you were gone".
You will live on.

In every new dirt my feet land on
In every foreign face I lay eyes on
In all the life I come upon,
You'll be.

My father living through me.

Paper Yoga

The mail came.

I put it away.

Cleaning floors, dinner for four,
Cracked open doors.
Dog walks, tv talks, bedtime stories
Four nights ignored.

Now.

I lie on my back,

Breathing.

Pull knees to chest,

Plant feet.

Push shoulders apart,

Reach hips up -

Gently work towards 

The crack.

What my heart does, opening.

Colors of emotions.

My blood is rushing.

I breathe.

Throat choked in fear of

Feeling.

Memories flood and flow. 

Keep breathing.
Keep reaching until
It's open wide.

When there's nothing left
My body bends

Brings me to my side.

An infant,

Grieving innocence.

The Elephant

Love, find me here...

In places where foreheads press in vain
Against a deeper strength.
Light leaks slipping through green canopies.
Souls flowing out,
Down into fields of tall grass,
Farmlands,
Peace in an old, tired fence post
Placed there in days long gone, by sleeping spirits,
Broken only to the fools who thought
Themselves more enlightened.

Find me in the rough, sinewy skin
Contradicting graceful strides,
Intent and purposeful.
Body still flowing despite the workload.

The way his eyes close,
Head lowers, 
He knows.

It's in every exhale,
All the ways we have failed.
Him.
Ourselves.
Love,

Find us here.

Desire

My days are wide,
Quiet.
Complete and still.

See, someday.
Smile your happy hidden soul.
Blow it through
The faded eyes and
Narrow mind -
Wishing for the past you
Took for granted
When it happened.

Oh, love
It disappears.
Bad times are real.
You have to want to try
More than shut your eyes
If ever you're to make it.

Or just smile
and say
goodbye.

Snapshots of a Whole

When I wake the light is always behind you.
It makes so you come into focus slowly,
And I get to see each feature clear and alone,
Until the foggy waking mind can put it all together,

The scent of sunscreen and tree bark will always remind me of you.
Like pink booster seats, Stephen King, high ceilings,
Burnt butter and thick coffee.

These things are mine -
The stitches segmenting my life,
Into ours.

From bus stop walks to high school dances,
Those moments pulling heart-strings, always knowing,
When you need to feel me close
In reaching you'd not find empty air.
My hand would be there.

Knowing this, one day we'd start again -
Fresh and newborn,
To live the stages I didn't share with you,
It fills me now, how deeply my heart longs to.

I'll watch the lines of our story deepen
Around your eyes and mine.
Settle in the truth of time gone by,
The joy only felt and known
When we've stayed long enough to see it.

Sound of You

The sound of your slippers padding around
While autumn calls and songs fill my days
Again.
Your feet slush across the floor coming closer
I can't tell you the comfort found in this.
Laid up vulnerable, ill with chills
Filled and brimming with gratefulness.

Even sick feels best with you.

Love, old or new,
is hearing your clatter in the next room.
Is the sound of your sigh and the thick breath caught
in my chest while my eyes well up
with the rest of the whole
Truth,

You.