Touch

Wish we could connect

Water lily

 In Truth

 And Open at the solar plexus

 Feel you with the filaments

That grow from my stomach

2018

    

Really

Once told the distinction between courage and bravery

What do i know

I am Naked,

present in my skin with eyes to the constellation

that time hid from view

I  step forward in  my poverty

I once spread my arms, floating face up

But on this morning  stripped of day dreams

I just see that

I am

Nothing more

2015

Somewhere beneath

Somewhere  beneath are petals

A flower that wills to open

and be seen

but Shame’s mirrors

Medusa at each glance

freezes it  in  ice  tumblers

traps it in yesterdays

as life draws down regardless

where to find, courage’s heat

and thaw towards the sun

2015

edge of dream

For We who are at the edge of dream

Having run out of the hope’s tarmac

fearfully waiting for the cliff

2015

The theory of diving

The  theory of diving

Bringing my feelers up

in a black that beckons

to its dark in front of my swimming arms

Pulling by some  thread

And for once my eyes  are open

2015

afrique short

Try as you might the blocks remain

Africa knows why  in miles despite the pain

 With it’s broken back ,  the secret of joy

in endless yesterdays of mountain  leaves

2015

the waters edge

Or  why does it matter

That Today is not the day of days

 finger tips  wrapped in baby hands

and I floated

 a fallen leaf on an anxious sea

as in the poem from the water’s edge

 the pink swirls of my dreams

At the radiant sun

That never left no matter

How many, day of days

I  lived through

Without hope

2015