To All My Sons and All My Daughters
Whatever it is
that you are,
it’s getting dark and
all the waters are
receding into being.
You needn’t cry,
unless you must.
You told me
you were star dust and I
feel your restless wriggles
as you fiercely pulse your paci
in little motions of anxiety
release and dancing to
any rhythm you can find,
anything to
remind yourself of
day and
night and
breath and
sound and
light and
Sleep tight, my sweet infinity.
Fifteen Minutes on Foot over Tracks
you are so loved
like a drug tugging
toward that Portland train
pining to climb between
the halted cars
to touch the rusty cold
of poles with clammy grasp
not bothered by thoughts
of stopped cars
lurching
starting
wheels squealing on
smooth steel
worn by the weight
of unfathomable
crushing
freight
tonight, you drive
Momentary Optimum
The world doesn't wait
Baptized by sugar
We engage with a rapidly ascending chase
Outlined by prickles of pain in time
Bronzed by the winds and the hour
Glass of wine
The rebirthing is in the learning
The learning is in the rebirthing
The waves can’t help but
Hush the kissing sands of shore
Hear here now
For sound is
Song and song is
The crest of the
Emptiness
These 3 pieces are a great start, Mike! Hope to see more of your work.