Monday, September 4, 2017

In the Current

my wife's back turned to me
as she settles to sleep
shouldn't have meaning
since I'm not 15 anymore
analyzing every movement
and pulling apart flowers
she loves me, she loves me not

but lately
our arguments have been tsunamis
marred by the debris of others' lives
so I've been obsessed with knowing
what everything she does portends

her back
could be a wall
and I'd have to decide
to climb it like a vine
or turn away myself

her back
could be a sign of trust
since you never turn your back
to the enemy
and time has taught her
that I am with her
against this bitter world

her back
could just be what's behind her
and she's trying her best to face forward

and that is what I see tonight
she's trying to negotiate
the roiling currents of her life
trying to swim to me
even though I'm rough
and she gets slivers when she holds me

and I'm trying not to bob
too violently in the waves
for her to get purchase

and we're both tiny things
unnoticed by the ocean
so we turn to each other and talk
painfully, haltingly at first
then with increasing grace and candor

when at last we are done
the significance is clear
she turns to her side
I kiss the delicate hollow
between her shoulder blades
as I have so many times before

and I'm glad she reached for me
thankful for the breadth and buoyancy
of my body, lifting her up
to rest from paddling
to dry herself
to simply be

I bow to the universe
that has allowed us
to meet in the vastness
and travel along together

Friday, March 25, 2016

Middle Name Sagan

the curve of your cheek
is the completion
the source

the pulse beneath your skin
is the unfazed thrum
of spacetime in perfect sync
of elegant truths waiting to be known

there are galaxies colliding
atoms fusing
and zygotes merging

there are dewdrops
where tardigrades hunt rotifers
while the world evaporates around them

likewise you and I
exist in this moment
all at once familiar
and undiscovered

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Like Air

by the time you text
to tell me you are home safe
I miss you like air

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Ghazal for my Wedding Ring

my ring was lost a couple days
long ones because we were at odds

searching for it became a quest
to quash a more pervasive angst

that I might be the enemy
of my own contentment and joy

and much more significantly
the source of her unhappiness

my wife, from within her own pain
absolved me as a saint wouldn't

allowing the faults at my core
to just be cracks in the timbers

of a ship she still chose to trust
a leaky deck she stood upon

as always, defying the world
the mutinous new commander

charting the course when I lose it
refusing to let the sea win

by the time I found the damned thing
she'd reminded me why I wear it:

with her the stars are undying
for she personally lights them

to carry the both of us safe
back to the home we've created

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Cereal

slicing banana
to put in the cereal
recalling mornings
grandparents shared bananas
in quiet companionship

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Grace

grace in her fingers
her thoughts percussing
from keyboard to screen

grace in her colors
riotous pink hair
and splotches of alabaster
adorning her limbs

grace in the moment
when the teapot drags with exhaustion
but she lifts it anyway
to pour me a cup

grace in her shoulders
which will soften beneath my lips
when the work of the day is finished

it is then I will whisper a love song
to remind her once again of my reverence
for the woman whose every movement
lays grace upon my hearth

Friday, October 24, 2014

Walking to 7 Eleven

water clinking melodically down the gutters
a truck rolls its tires on the curb, reverses and starts again
the tabby cat is absent from the neighbor's window

these things I notice
while hurtling through space
at 66,600 miles per hour