Yearning

Yearning Yearning touches bruises Turning them into scars Self medication heals Scratching loss into innards Severance relieves pain Breaking essential ties Balm permeates a calm Wrapping itself into hurt Tears formalize mourning Pearlizing as they shed Pause allows a remembrance Relieving the chatter Medication delivers kindness Measuring loss in caplets   Yearning for you The void

Wastelands

Borders and Bastions Walls Liking each other when you are standing behind the wall Putting your ears to the ground, wondering waiting for music to trickle in button round eyes gaze across horizons Dust booted wall guards kicking footsteps into the dust witnessing one finger pointing at themselves color staring at steel and sticking into

Privilege

Love is charming It makes you open your heart   I have loved fully, your package deal of quirks, interests and obsessions   I have wondered sometimes, specially that day when you told me to pray – for my period pain really?   When the astrologer said we matched many parts of predictions except I

roots and wings

gatherings, reunions are like seminars or, genealogy by the bars uncomfortable truths jarring jokes targeting your own folks evidence of lineage through twisted pasts and sparsely sketched hearts quiet conversations about dignity and mind mending and stitching, to keep entwined growing up and into unblemished landmarks laughter full of sparks drinking to amends  finding heroes

How dare you?

how dare you many times over, voices have told you so riding from the border, gathered scars for life  I clutched their arms, looked into their eyes nothing came back, just a dark glow   disappearing myself into the tent I watched, your aides come and go they had words, but action was painfully slow

interruptions

Some cyclist crosses the road, a motorist moves through but pauses a few seconds longer A chubby squirrel perches on the fence, tiny paws breaking open a nut The autumn leaves swirl, in circles of organized wakefulness before they fall Of the two eggs in a pan, a yolk meanders through the folds of white,

The tallest man ever

You are the masterplan of our lives present always in encouragement and forgiveness You gifted us the genes those that focus on the quality of experience and engagement You have been timeless and resilient in learning rejuvenation from grief and humility in praise You have never failed in bringing to us fearless faith through what

“we laughed until we cried”

We shared an exquisite connection that is hard to portray or paint It did not have a defined pattern could not be copied, or questioned instead mesmerized with a sincere gaze   We had a package deal that juxtaposed an uplifting joy with angst, and confusion offered surety and strength through uncertainty and storms  

I returned once

I set out once, looking for the mangroves with haunted stories about the withered woman with feet that turned in and jingled the mangroves with secret spells hovering over lamposts the mangroves where boys scuffled and where men gathered to grope for survival the mangroves that displaced the rotten smell of burning flesh as each

Fatal Plunge

I hear, a million points of view Border games on ripped atlas scraps wandering has pulled me away, and afar over land and seas,I left behind lost breadcrumbs bradycardiac, my pulses beat, and I stagger to stand In hope, at many homesteads she sets a hot pot of coffee as she wrings her hands he fills