do you remember being here?
summer and the smell
of mud flats.
swatting flies away
that fed upon us
in the gentle rain.
summer after a long spring
and spring after a long winter.
you, so beautiful,
longing for
human touch,
a hunger we shared.
me with smiles amidst
a pain so great.
help me with this weight
i ask
it is too much to hold.
i can’t ask.
you, so beautiful.

you gotta let the lilac flowers wither
you can’t curse them
what will that do for the flowers
what will that do for your growth

waking in a
different world
perhaps a
different being
this is how it feels
each day either
a thunderstorm
or golden sunlight

peonies II.

the petals fall in the rain
just gentle drops
too fragile a flower
rain falls
the earth collects more

peonies I.

rain
even gentle rain
will knock
the peonies to
the ground
for a few hours
we will admire
the color
of the petals
they look so
beautiful there upon
the earth
covered in rain drops
but then the
water will pull
them closer to
the earth
loving them
with an embrace
too hard
holding them too
dear
then they are
gone

as a child i mirrored
your gestures
asking
what do I call you

i struggled to find
a word i didn’t
yet know

a word beyond
the mind of a child
a foreign concept

as a man i still
ask
what do i call you

there are no gestures
i don’t understand
such is age

this is a shadow
this too
is a life

these are fragments of life;
i am not sure any of it makes sense
but somehow these pieces fit.
somehow.

and what of it?

how do we connect the dots –
all of this
all of it!

we can call it life,
but how do we embrace these pieces
and make them whole?

And what of it?
what of all of this?