Find that place

That center

Unsoiled by the day

The unsolicited violence

Of being so obviously different

In the quietest way

Go there

Shut the door

Listen to your heartbeat

Trace safety with your finger

Ward off what smells your blood

And catch your breath.

Neither dark nor light

Has a place there.

(1/15/14)

You who say
life is your own,
know you not my hull, my keel, who is captain.
My sail catches wind
swells to bloated
but every scrap of snapping canvas
listens not to my rising wail
Should I haul wheel port or starboard,
the waves think otherwise
and other winds than mine govern,
unseen crews man the masts
Can I tell you a tale of unexpected landfall?
Of barbarous waves?
Let me show you sunsets of
Gold and tarnished brass.
(10/23/13)

Babylon's Children

Eins

Bifrost
24 x 36"
Acrylic on canvas

Awake

There is the crazy of animal nature
The beast at one with self and time
Then there is the wild wind
Self awareness warily sips its wine
What difference between self and all?
Knowledge of both affects the whole
Unanswered questions shift the grass
Fear of the unknown takes its toll
Hunger is primal, understood
Why should we not ask why?
And our gods, silent, stare from our heads
Immortally stunned that we fear to die.
(9/2/10)