IMG_4300I hear a steady melody,
a murmur, soft and strong
sounds a bit like wildfire
inside a mermaid’s siren song

I hear it like the heartbeat
of the cosmic heart above
Written across the dark night sky
a different kind of love

Perhaps it’s a comet
come to destroy the earth
making way for something better
something giving birth

Sounds like the ocean waves
crashing upon the shore
Sounds like a surprise guest
knocking on the door

Sounds like a couple drums
that sets the dancers free
Sounds like a humming thrum
Calling mountains to the sea

Sounds a bit like wagon wheels
Rolling across the hills
heading straight in my direction
At least that’s how it feels

I hear a steady melody,
a murmur, soft and strong
sounds a bit like wildfire
inside a mermaid’s siren song


Open Letter to Rocks, from a Geologist of the Heart

heart rockOpen Letter to Rocks, from a Geologist of the Heart

Love rocks
Yes, I do
Yes, it does.

All unique
beyond compare
I touch each one
like it’s the first rock
I’ve ever seen
rolling it in my hands
feeling the texture
savoring its shape

If I’m bold, taste it

what is it made of?
what colors live in it?
how big or small is it?

Some are smooth
and simple
like sandstone,
layers added gently
over time
things get through
you can scratch
initials in it
bury your fossils
see where you’ve been
form fascinating patterns
exposed to the elements
it can erode over time

others are complex
and tough
like granite,
an amalgamation
of colored scars
formed from
enormous heat and pressure
pushing material
from deep below

its quartz are
micro prisms
elements within
wanting to be reflected
in the light of the sun

some transform
from one to another
like gneiss
banded with stretch marks
from its constant
not sure
what it wants to be
before it reaches the sea

other rocks begin scorching hot
burning wildly
but cooling rapidly
leaving a shiny surface
with nothing left to do

a trial by fire
an igneous experiment
below the surface
or sometimes out in the open

some rocks remain a mystery
elements beyond
the periodic table

love rocks

a whole collection
rests on my altar
pick one up
once in a while
just to admire

but always finding new types
never seen before

because I’m a geologist

and the earth
is made of rock
and so am I

Full Wolf Moon (La Luna Llena #5)

WP_20160125_002.jpgTo the Full Moon – January 2016

I didn’t expect to see you
come out and play tonight
from just beyond
the cottonwood tree

your daytime partner kept dancing
brightly behind silky undulating veils
that kept dropping
glitter to the ground

but evening festivities
blew the clouds away
and brought everyone out

not sure why I’m surprised:
you seem to stop by
about once a month

yet it’s always a nice gift
to see your glow up there
something familiar about it

I know moons like you don’t
have much to do
with us terrestrial folk
apart from pulling the tides
and making wolves howl

there’s a reason
for your orbit

yet, i still see
a friend in you
now that the dust is
out of my eyes

you’re alright
just like i thought
so many moons ago

so when cloudy curtains
draw back on chilly
winter nights
and you appear:

just appreciation

the world likes to see you

Which Sparks?

sparksnew sparks
are everywhere
if one is not asleep

that was never the question.

the world is nothing but
from a certain perspective
doled out like
El Nino
shedding raindrops

can’t catch them all.
yet none are wasted.

but still, choices:

which ones are for the tinder?
(easily combustible)
which ones are for the magic trick?
(flashy and mysterious)
which ones are for the fireworks?
(pretty colors and a big bang)
which ones are for the kindling?
(a flame to play and read with)
which ones are for the fire?
(providing heat, light, beauty, and intensity)

which ones are for the glowing embers
once the fire dies down,
yet keeps you warm
through chilly winter nights?

which ones are for the fire
around which friends sing songs
and shoot the shit
but also share secrets
and themselves?

which ones are for the fire
’round which
lovers’ bodies are kept warm
and hearts kept even warmer?

Which ones are for the fire
’round which
plans for future fires
are formed?

which ones will be the ashes
that fly away on the quiet wind
and are forgotten
and which
to remember warmly
with the eye of our heart
and celebrate

in the end,
darkness comes calling
and all the sparks have sparked?