You Are Still Young

Today I remember you are still young. 

I reached to hold your hand today as we walked across the street 

Forgetting that it might embarrass you, 

I say all the stupid things walking with you 

that I'm not supposed to say aloud, 

and you never hesitate to enlighten my faux pas. 

I look at your soft brilliance, fresh like spring sprouts, 

I forget that your mind is like an autumn wind shower reorganizing,

 shedding last years growth. 

And in between each moment when I glimpse the infant you were, 

the you that's become has 

unwavering power on my heart. 

As the vibrant color of the fallen leaves reveal, 

this time we have to love never takes pause, so 

we must find the pause for ourselves. 

You are still young, and we move forward not in a straight line, 

but in and out 

of seasons, past and future, together and alone. 

We move like color fading from an old photograph. 

The brilliance doesn't need to last. 

I've already felt it. 

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Three Leafed Clover

Three Leafed Clover 

Why are we always looking for a four leafed clover to bring us luck? 

As if more brings happiness. 

We know that is never true. 

Isn't the magnificence of any growth enough? T

hat we endure even in mundanity and simplicity. 

With just what we are given. 

Just leaves, each held by each other connected at the center, 

rooted together for strength. 

An untold number of four leafed clovers exist underfoot, 

trampled would be lucky charms, never to be wished upon. 

Like every day that's lived asleep, 

we wander unaware that we're enough. 

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This Little Dance

This little dance,

A small song,

A short breath,

With limited sight. 

This little life,

Its small spin, 

And short days,

With extended nights. 

A Game of Cat's

Isn't it perfect that 

life is just a stream of X's and O's?

Each one blocking out the other as they go.

..

Doesn't it just makes sense 

that all that we see in front of us are 

cancellations, one after the other?

..

It's a string of blackout-poetry, 

and we didn't know that all the words we obscured 

and covered up contained the original meaning of life.

..

Haven't you wondered if it was true 

that who you are is just replaced 

moment by moment with someone else?

..

And this abstract version of things 

that you're trying to understand is just 

an infuriating game of cat's

that no one seems to be able to win.

Words that Confuse Time and Fall Off Pages

Where do the words come from?

As they slip 

and lisp from 

deep places 

and twist into sounds.

As they arise from 

inhabited thoughts 

that are illusions and 

illusive interruptions 

of space. 

And they have 

the capacity 

to bite and cut 

and jab into 

soft fleshy realities, 

while multiplying 

and propagating 

into overpopulated emotions 

and anxious breaths. 

What are words

but outbreaks of 

viruses that contaminate, 

confuse and 

consume time 

with their prolific 

verses and stanzas. 

Their offspring 

committing suicides by 

falling off pages 

too small 

to 

contain 

them.