Light

Wisdom the stepsister of age
Knows that woman brimful of life
Sitting at the bar
Drunk with what dewier eyes mistake for alcohol
Not recognizing
passion
Unrequited.
Were it to be coupled
With beauty
The allure would drive
Boxier men to their death
sucking the oxygen from the air
But God in His wisdom
coupled not beauty with wisdom
But wisdom with age
Frail bones, steel hair, papery skin
A crackly light bulb cradling luminescence
She will not look beseechingly into
Your eyes.
Eyes that know what is possible for tomorrow
Yet what is probable
And that alone frees her to stir the
World
Her circle
Benefits from succor
She understands full well radiance
tosses off her
Overcoat
Walking unfettered
Into the
night

Mom and Dad

Traveling through the dust-caked, faded,
littered streets,
I know not what lies beyond the bend.
Strange cadences emanating from stranger faces,
unidentifiable smells and sounds
melded with exotic and mundane colors,
dance before me-
a tarantella of frenzied foreign fabric.

Each step I take on this uncharted journey
I dedicate to you.
Though across the sea you command that same chair,
your voice has guided me.

I search through time to
find you both
chasing dreams we shared
on creek banks
and hills filled with butterflies,
melody, and mud.

I reach out for you,
but you are
already here,
Traveling with me.
You are my words, music, thoughts, ideas, and vision.
And so I do face forward
traveling alongside you,
and yet,
missing
you so.