questions

 late june 

sits upon the branch with a somber ease 

awaiting the swelter 

the fireflies

the rain 

there is a stillness here 

a reflection of what is 

      and what has past 

resting against this waxing scorpio moon 

     while I wonder where the owls have gone ....

twenty-first of june

listen
to that verdant particle fullness

chirping beneath this ecru canvas
expansive
and
rolling

rolling
somedays nothing comes to the surface
but
the clouds of this storm
this rain
falling

falling
cycles & spirals
carousels of summer
thunder comes
once
again

hide and seek

Larkspur blue clementine sky
cotton ache to sorrow's sigh
respite & repair wounded love's flight
to tie to bind, await the coming night

sing to me of linen loose & raw
songs unleashed upon the devils claw
summer heat bears down to corn and furrowed row
rising smoke rings of river's willow

raise ye up upon shoulders brown with rain
raise up the land, raise up voices tame
fight the dirge--the weariness left to bind
come the night, sleep is what we'll find

what we seek becomes not the treasure found
where we place our hearts binds fast and sound
to bone, to marrow this land cries out for one
the moon holds us captive hidden from the sun

when you are sitting in a dark room gazing

when you are sitting in a dark room gazing out into the black night
and one lone firefly lights itself up like the fourth of july over the prairie 

all belief is suspended all doubts fade 

and there is a hanging possibility as it moves darting higher and 

i gasp 

as it is
beautiful and solitary and perfectly totally oblivious to the rain about to fall 

the thunder and lightening gypsying its way here to this small wee house on this small wee spot 

on this enormous big blue marble 

and all things become mighty apparent like the soul of horses the sureness of you 

the layered delicate task of parenting, camping and lemon meringue pie 

(how fucking amazing books are!)
and the ridiculous over-simplification of wicked things like justice water poverty illness 

--ALL become parts of the whole--parts of the something more requiring trust and love 

and that firefly sparks again and again and now there is thunder and the thrumming in my heart echoes 

into that place reserved for you delighting in that contrast of near and far suddenly 

the WHOLE sky lights up like one BIG firefly promising a crack, a passage a thread of electric brilliance linking time and wonder and all things true and well  

this crack this passage is waiting waiting waiting for completion for action and contentment to stay and risk movement
suddenly the firefly has vanished and as the thunder rumbles closer i am seeking that book and 

to dream of parts of the whole

time travel

 it's there in circles of relativity 

compounded bubbles trapped in time where perfection meets shame meets solitudes pain 

to vanquish borders & dimensions to 

stand within the circle 

and to tuck it into my pocket to carry weightless but weighted 

small but infinite 

meadowlarks sing now within the space of remembrance as seasons 

circle around the sun