Walking in Mendocino

Walking in Mendocino
I see my fellow Fair Folk
the travelers, the campers
woven among tourists
but who are not of them,
eating ice cream
drinking lattes
wine-tasting and
window shopping for
moondust and trilobites

In the ocean air we hear
witchy drums calling near yet
far, now a year away
We pause in the street
for a final sly wink
and a wave, then
slam inside our cars
and drive home

If I could grow a rose

If I could grow a rose
as deep red as my heart's-blood
for every time my silence
pricked and hurt you
I would gather them up and
walk the moonlit labyrinth to
find you at its center
where I would lay the flowers
at your feet and kneel and with
my deepest heart's-breath say
Oh my lost love
I am sorry

In this equinoctial moment

Light, Dark, Light
Dark, Light, Dark

In this equinoctial moment
breath suspended
the Great Wheel paused
we give thanks for
the long day's passing
and look ahead to
the long night's coming
and bonfires burning

In this brief timeless moment
we commit to burn with
boldness, love, compassion
and joy in the work on
each step of the journey
that begins tomorrow

Dark, Light, Dark
Light, Dark, Light

In the Quiet Hour

In the quiet hour
I lean into your
heartbeat's deep well
and make a wish
that no thorned thickets will
prolong your slumber
and that my kiss
will awaken you
and me
when morning comes

Burning passionately

Burning passionately
my fire launches
sparks at the moon

Your Kiss Is

Your kiss
is
pomegranate spiced
cinnamon bliss
a slippery electric bolt shooting
straight through my root
ohgod
and out my toes
ohyeah
tongues darting and rolling and
tumbling and deliciously
echoing the very First One ever
the Big Bang Kiss
and every one since
is
Your kiss


--for the pomegranate spiced kisser

Sailing in deep seas

Sailing in deep seas
under the moon
the ship
sings to itself

Bardic Stone

Bardic stone
Oracular granite
Runed eloquence
A long reply
to my brief question

Stumbling Gently Over

Stumbling gently over
your thoughts I
reach and retrieve them
then listen intently
while before my eyes
your world
flows and flowers
shouts laughs
whispers explodes
and cries
into my world


--for Thalia

Letting my hands remember

Letting my hands remember

I sculpt her

absent body in the air

(for BWW)

Aquamarine Instructions

These instructions appear in shades of green, malachite, olive, moss, emerald, verdigris, forest, grass, jade, lime, avocado, vert, viridian, and aquamarine

One: Imagine you are standing in the heart of a great glowing world-girdling forest. Close your eyes and listen.

What do you hear?

Two: On this occasion you find yourself landlocked in stone in the city. Granite, steel, onyx. Somewhere, you know, is a park, an oasis. Respite. Close your eyes and sniff the hint of breeze.

Where do you find it?

Three. Now you are in your garden. A humming fills your ears. Your heart is tugged by growth and decay and change and growth again. Buried in the garden is its green heart which will reveal the alchemy of the growing world. Close your eyes, plunge your hands deep into the moist soil.

Where do you find it?

Four. Suddenly you are standing on a tor, an island in a sea of green grass. A friend is there with you. Cupping your hands, he paints in them a spiralling web of lines overlapping, interweaving, connecting, coiling, flowering, growing, decaying, and growing again. In a deep green voice he speaks to you. Close your eyes and listen.

What does he say?

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