June earthquakes

Maybe fear is the amulet for perishing improper. The fear of losing back pages orderly leads to the forfeiture of dreaming a future and the certitude that tomorrow will be better. It is such a looming catastrophe that you attempt to exorcise it, at any cost..

Maybe the void that grows larger with each milestone, each graduation, wedding, birth announcement, death, whatever amplifies emotions and fixes them on the canvas of age, is but a useful foreboding of the dimension to come. And it is not all gloom and death!

Maybe the sun, finally on a light-abundant power mode for these mossy northern loins,
bleaches out reservations, propriety, doubt and inference in exchange for simplicity, decisiveness  and stealth execution.

Maybe my heart is, at last, opposite of scared and small.

Maybe I can hear my own roar triumphant.

Wisdom is knowing which road is the right one
Integrity is taking it

The purse

Carrying the load,
only what I need
 granting banishment
to all left behind

The transit, a symptomatic purge
of buds refusing bloom,
 launching to unknown seas
 in one man's boat

Elemental

The wind in my longer hair,
 running away, whistling a love prayer,
 lifting the cloud

The fire in our hearts, a burning star,
travelling through the sky quicker
than lightening

The sea in your eyes, a constant pulsing
 life, plunging into each other's
fountain

The dust, our touching nakedness
  building a snake less garden from the dirt
 that we became




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The exchange

The seam of the joint folly

was coming apart,

revealing not fit for relation parts

He forged the distance

with truths and pain from his past

She tempered the alloy

with silent caresses

Gold glistening in the gap of broken trust

-will never hold water tight-

the love of kintsugi became the lone honor

Love in the brambles

You said don't get mad

we will trudge through

plenty of time left

for fun past this field

of thorns

I said how did we stumble here

there were straight shots

to follow long ago

but the berries beckoned

and led us astray

We fell bloody

in that nest of nails

and broke the rule

Always the exception

that we were

You left with  hand outstretched, open, in a gesture of touching a final time or letting go; I am not ready to decide which.

All the confidence of decency can be explained away once  the camouflaged intentions are uncovered.
But who is flawless? What determines the affinity we feel and  makes it a trap?

These days I respect my inner compass's veracity, after decades of trusting obedience to others.
You should do the same.

The collateral damages will be covered.  It is after all the dividend paid, for sacrificing ourselves to insure others' life of security.

Another June

Rushing to the finish line,
 all the ruby cherries at once
June is awaiting summer's glory to begin,
so heady just before it arrives,
so much lovelier than its memories in the end

June is the promise, the celebration, the last mile
the first passage, the longest light and the sweetest pain,
the exclamation of the year,
 the point of no return
of life's voyage