Okay

and just like that… we

are whole again.

like the insanity and devastation

never scarred us,

the grief no longer accessible with a slight

shift in the wind or

relentless spate of uninvited memories

like before.

suddenly, surprisingly,

(against our wishes even!)

we find ourselves

okay.

I'll Meet You

I’ll meet you

There in the vastness between

Rivers and crops of trees and life –

Infuriating, necessary, nourishing life –

Where the only presence

Greater than our ego

Is the emptiness

To My Visionaries

When you dream big dreams

And make way for a future ripe with magic,

You naturally risk heartbreak

For to be so bold as to proclaim with gusto what could be

In the face of the stubborn and ugly what is

Is madness, no?

A little madness,

A lot more gumption and fire and belief in

The beauty of the unseen

To be a visionary is to be a lover

Neither for the faint of heart, and

The only fuel for our breathing

In the What If

There is an ocean beneath this thin veil

Steady, rocking, deep – a

World of love and pain and aching for more, more

You asked me once not to show you

For fear it might swallow you up,

So I kept it away

But even in the silence exists a knowing

Palpable, tangible, undeniable, huge – this

Ocean belongs to both of us

You stand at the edge of grace

Begging for your elusive ideal,

Sloppily wading and fighting the inevitable

I wait. And I love. And I hold you.

Fly

When you know you’re on the brink,

You just know.

Like the greatness

Is spilling out the sides

Of your slender container

Begging,

Bursting

For more life!

Greatness must be obeyed.

I know because my skin is crawling.

The self that I am today,

Clinging to a shell

Of who I am

About to become,

My tippy toes wiggling

Off the

Ledge of a giant canyon

Where I am I couldn’t tell you precisely yet

Just that the dirt is red,

The sky a pale inviting blue,

My spirit is soaring,

And my body is about to fly

Like

A

Bird.