I waited for you by our tree
On the hill watching
The sun set lighting the clouds on fire,
One glorious explosion
Before day yields to night
The tears on my face that fall
When you don’t show,
Or say goodbye.
When once again into this life
who leads us into ourselves
and exposes the truth we shun,
We have a tendency to run
And hide, fearing we
Aren’t good enough and deserve the mockery
We know will come at our expense.
Until we dispense
With these inaccurately perceived notions
And learn to see the loveliness within
We lose out on so many sweet emotions.
So don’t be afraid; you need to see the picture clearer
When next someone shows you the beauty in the mirror.
“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,
And I open my eyes to see who is there.
“Come and play” it whispers again
As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.
“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”
But I ignore the words and drink my tea.
“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”
Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.
“Won’t you at least look outside?”
I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.
“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”
It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.
Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two
Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.
But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice
Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.
“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,
So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.
It’s not about you,
It’s not about me,
It’s not about who you think I should be.
Because it’s about you
And it’s about me,
It’s all about how we should be free.
Because it’s about her
And it’s about him,
It’s about being happy with the color you’re living in.
It’s not about hate,
It’s not about sin,
It’s about being able to love the one you’re with.
And it’s about standing
Up for what’s right,
Raising your voice to join in the fight
To be who you are
To see past judgmental eyes
And love the broken and bruised and comfort their cries.
Because it’s about me
And it’s about them,
The children ripped away in Bethlehem.
And it’s about you
And it’s about walls,
What will you do when the angel calls?
Because it’s about you
And it’s about me,
It’s about all of us and who we’re meant to be.
Because it’s about hope
And learning to hear
The rhythm between the beats and the voices shouting: “We’re here!”
For we will not be quiet,
We will not be kept down.
We are rising up, and we are standing our ground.
For we are not afraid,
We are all one family,
And this is how it’s meant to be…
We are free!
*inspired by Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman interview & current events (LGBTQ+, racism, children taken away from parents at the borders and lost-read as sold into child sex trafficking, and anyone who dares to challenge society’s “norms”)
She lived her life dessicated,
An arid desert in the heat of summer…
Dusty sand that scours raw the skin
And the few crumbling brown plants,
dead for lack of moisture.
Then came the storms
With drops that hissed and sizzled,
And drowned the parched land
Bringing life to the xeriscape,
And hope bloomed in profusion.
*First new poem of 2018
The day of smoke and blood
When bodies and ash
rained from the sky.
the day men held innocence hostage,
judged it guilty,
and executed it
-death by hellfire.
the ground shaking
as buildings crumbled,
and all wore shades of gray.
Death colors us all the same.
But I remember
how Courage walked the streets
and flew through the air
and heroes were born
and they gave us hope,
though some died
and we cried for their sacrifice.
Most of all,
I remember the silence
as the world mourned,
and strangers comforted
others in the streets as compassion,
brought us all together
Then the whole world turned right-side up
Inside those big brown eyes
Where hung the universe
Like pearls on a string.
Another hidden room opened
To house an infinite, unconditional love
Wearing floppy ears and a tan coat,
A colossal personality in a tiny body
Contained behind a generous, exuberant grin.
*Today was Clear the Shelters day and though I went there for one dog, I ended up with a totally different one…the one I was meant for. Scrappy is his name. He chose me, and I couldn’t be happier.