I thought I was in the mood
to write a poem,
but I’m not.
poem
I long for stars
I long for stars,
look up and yearn for height,
brilliance,
light
and beauty.
Here in the humdrum
I am lucky if I get to dazzle
for even a moment.
I look down,
stepping carefully
to avoid pavement cracks
and bears.
There is a fog
of confusion
everywhere.
People proffer answers
to questions they
barely understand.
I long for stars;
we were kindred spirits
once.
Where did we lose
ourselves?
I concentrate on
simple tasks.
Stuck in skin,
I wrestle ceaselessly,
ceaselessly restless.
People tell me to
calm down.
I long for stars;
we are quantumly
entangled. Paired
for eternity, our
subatomic particles
duet.
I long for stars.
Waves of homesickness
overcome me.
I long for stars.
sneaking home early – an apology
I wish I could stay later.
I wish I liked the noise.
I wish the acoustics softened
the impact of a voice.
I wish I wasn’t always
the nearly first to leave,
but staying in that clamour
is more than I can give.
I hope you do not consider
my departure as a slight.
If things had been even slightly different,
I would have stayed all night.
seaside sunset
Seaside sunset,
setting
setting,
cloud.
Shapes, shadows shift,
surf splashes,
seagulls
screech.
setting
setting
Silently secrets
settle.
Silhouettes stop,
sunlight shimmers.
setting
setting
Sounds soften,
speakers shush.
setting
setting
gone.
end of year
The year is ending.
It is time to say goodbye:
To missed opportunities
(new ones will come),
to old patterns of friendship,
to stages of life
that I may not know have gone forever.
It is time to say thank you
for each delight:
Quiet evenings playing the piano,
noisy evenings with friends,
a new neighbourhood pub,
a delivery of beautiful clothes,
chatter of small children,
wisdom of older relatives.
It is time to ask for forgiveness:
For moments when I did not
reach out a hand of friendship
or of grace.
For sniping comments in asides,
for shortcuts,
and holding backs.
It is a time to let go:
To release expectations of others,
to shake off expectations from myself,
to accept what was not accomplished,
to let tears carry away loss,
to set down burdens of false responsibility
to shed the hopes of the old year.
It is time to turn around:
To open up to new hope,
to summon energy and courage,
to breathe in delight,
to laugh in anticipation.
It is time to welcome:
New adventures, new beginnings,
new people and new seasons of old friendships,
challenges bigger than ourselves,
darkness we must face and overcome,
every opportunity to bring beauty,
to offer kindness,
to overlook a fault.
It is time to step forward:
Into what we do not yet know,
into what we have not yet seen,
into what we maybe glimpse from a distance,
into what we know and long for, or even dread,
into each new day, a gift,
It is time to beckon and embrace
who we will become.