Do not believe
What is not yet known
What is unknown
Is not yet ours to think
We know
Nor should we think that
We know
To trust in someone’s
Word is to think that
We know
But to trust blindly
Is to confuse what
We know
We do not sit but refrain
From pretending what
We know
Rushing to fill the void
With false certainty of what
We know
Deceives the soul
© GÄ
The left hand goes numb
Over time the heart throbs
Read the ancients
They will tell you
We are capsules
In time carrying the weight
It only grows
What we miss we wish
What we hold
Will grow old
And with time the
Answers we sought
Will become more
Evident
A truth untold
In ourselves
Not only ours
Belonging to
All of us
Sharing the best
We hold the worst
In this we find
Later that the
Understanding was
Always a part of us
Never open enough
Inside to receive
An invitation
To the self
© GÄ
To touch or to hold
Intimacy indoors
Is it for others
Or only for us
Eyes are watching
Does it matter
Will it erase
Our meaning
When the oranges
Brush one another
In the trees
Is this intimacy
Do we take from nature
Our lead
Or do we think we claim it
On our own
Volcanoes teach us
Eruption
Thorns demonstrate
Matters of pain
Universal mother
Do we make love like the earth
Can we replicate
Her passion
Is the fire
In our hearts
Consenting
Or are we
Only deceiving
Ourselves
© GÄ
Finger comb my hair
Run through the strands
Let shedded pieces
Fall and drift across
Stone ground
An ancient soil
So many voices in different tones
Trees resounding
Communicating in words
They know no pitch is
Definite and each its own
Shadows are dancing
As well as they behave
A congregation to celebrate
Their liberation
Pigeons they draw close
A recognition
Within their soul house
Shared information
This one has bread
Or so it’s said
He will bring more
Orange eye black pupil
© GÄ
Is it isolation
Or is it learning
Many people walk alone
Even when they are not
Do we speak
In one language ever
Or are we all in
Different worlds
Of communication
Is the heart a book
Or a microphone
Is the grass a bed
Or food
Do we have both
In one place
Or are we separated
Do flowers bloom
For themselves
Or for the eyes and
Hands of those
Who hold them
When we are together
Are we alone
Are memories shared
Or solely our own
Both are true or
Mutually exclusive
© GÄ
Silence is deafening
Comforting as well
Who is there
Versus what is gone
How may more times
Before we answer
Ourselves
Will we always question
Does sleep have a
Generosity
When we are holding
Our own futures
Do we grasp them
Differently from
How they are held
By others
A mind of longing
Is not alone
Even in sentience
© GÄ
To be close is within proximity
To be afar is only a moment
A foreign land with no visa
A human on the earth
Resisting dog tags asking
Only for music and language
Transformation and if
To step out of the cocoon
We find the wings wet
Waiting to dry and still
Only one soul with two wings
When does the spirit fly
How long until the connection
Grabs hold and enters
A doorway of flowers and sun
Even when the moon is awake
Do we still long for this
Relative neighbors
A counting of timeless
Stories having yet to be
Spoken or told
Sitting on the rocks
Tall grass at our feet
Asking the wind to
Comprehend our
Individual depth
Immeasurably broken
Woven together by
Earth and stone
© GÄ
Also malevolent imagery
Although it feels like a
Life is ending that lures
Rather than attacks
A wilderness of adventure
Before me with a hollowed mouth
Paired with inviting eyes
Creating a very breathtaking
Psychological absence
I asked before bed.
Where are my angels?
How could you?!
Abandon me forsake me.
Leave me to the grave
Of my sleeping chambers
Push me into this
Out of this
What is your whim
Should you not wish to carry me?
Unprotected from targeted arrows
Flashlights in the night
To leave me hanging
In sadness with wounds for months
It’s ephemeral but shadowed hard
By my past a history to tell
A legacy built now
Reclaimed by the ashes
Of an end that is coming
So you drop it.
Exhausted and pleased
Simultaneously
Laughing and crying
Mostly sobbing then wrecked
From unintended consequences
Just for trading places
Poor nugacity
Flagrantly you then
Stopped protecting people
From themselves and
Hurt yourself again
In the end
Are we dying
From love?
© GÄ
What was written
In her own writing
He tried to hide from her
Precious but also
Dangerous
Real power
Doesn’t require you to suffer
We confuse weight
With power because
Weight once bought us safety —
Until it started
Costing us identity
Too expensive—-
The good you don’t want
Sometimes we get
Decline the exchange.
Hanging up the receiver
To that fate
Your silence will not
Pull me forward
Your silence will not
Tempt me
We are not trapped
Existing whether anyone
Shows up or not
© GÄ
Finally living
In expanded freedom
But still orienting
Self as if freedom
Requires justification
A witness
Or permission.
I don’t want someone to fix me.
I want someone to
See me in motion and say
yes, that’s real.
Witness to the self
Deeper stratums
Interpretive power
I cannot be rewritten
My soul is settled
Passion without pacing
Love burns without responsibility
All hollows resound
Labor without reciprocity scorches
Somatic sauce
And now you feel it
Like I feel it
And now you feel it
Like I felt it
When you didn’t care
Or didn’t know how to
And we don’t have to
Maybe you see me now
Perhaps in motion or
Alone
But not invisibly
It’s all yours
© GÄ
Poétique 