elegy

father meditation
mother yoga
partner of utopia
i give birth
to new layers
of myself
watch myself
blossom
an unfolding lotus

try not to
focus
on the uncertainties
of my own burgeoning
fertile desires
of continuing childhood
amidst a
budding adulthood
loving relationship

while seeds of security
sprout within
soft, white roots
poke their way out
searching for rich soil
free of pesticides
that would wither
my spark
or yours

i want to
be believed
cherished
have my hand held
body caressed
watched with
growing delight
as i dance

give me the security
of tomorrow
visions of
fertile decades
even if you're
not sure
how many
you've got

i want
to take root
here
and grow
not some
continuing stream
but a path
with you whose
yellow brick road
leads in and out
always home
to the same place
as we people
our tribe
together

purple
our hearts
in the blooming
of each others' irises

you are god
and so am i

. . .

for five months
i watched
as we formed
a chrysallis
around an
unexpected
gestating love

one weekend
we wanted to
spend together
i listened furtively
as the calls came in
about your departure

an unexpected arrival
on a sunday

i had a child friend here
to receive you
and we wondered
together
how you would come

you had spent
hours driving
from your first home
to what i hoped
would be your next

as your mind twirled
through your past, present,
future an unknown
but a new destination
tonight

. . .

so many nights
i dreamed
you would be here

now you are
and i know not
what to dream

except that your feet
will keep reaching
beyond the boundaries
of the bed
your soft skin
will stay close
your voice will speak
to me every day
and i will speak, listen,
laugh, stay still, and grow
into my next
formation
let you unfold
into yours

as we dance
and sing the
songs of two hearts
who happened upon
what was bigger
than a mushroom
in a forest
bigger than
a best-selling novel
or a movie on a screen

it was a transformation
of more years
than i have lived
and its duration
direction are uncertain
but now we are
here

. . .

dear flower
lying next to
each other
in the field
of our bed
i tried to give
you my sun
til your sweet
snore grew soft
when i touched
you with love
you wakened
slightly
and i could feel
the waves of
you, your sun
warmed me
with feeling
of your
peaceful force
mind over matter
the persistence
of your freedom-
loving love

a snore
a whinny
is it
a sleeping prayer
for easier breathing?

may not my
lofting dreams
press you
may our stillness
grow
our communion
foster
life, of who
beyond us
we do not know
because it all
matters.