I write poems as I walk.I speak with you on the streets of Brooklyn.
The wind carries me; the sun guides me.The moon is my companion in the nightBirds inform me of the correct directionI don't always listenJohanna is the light, as am I.We walk together in life and death, a continuum.We must not understand the most important things.Wonderful things occur when least expected.I took your test;Of the never ending light; all-encompassing darknessAnd scored low.You said, "expect nothing."I said "OK" and changed like barometric pressure before a hurricaneAnd expected everything.
I fell in-love as I should have upon discovering truth and beauty.
But I grasped you like a cloud and you vanished.Should I search for you in the granuals of sand upon the beachOr should I await your returnAs one awaits a shooting star in the night?All directions of anticipation and expectation miss the point.The most wonderful things occur when least expected.------------------------------
----------------------------I live life with the changing of the seasonsWith the cycles of the moonWith the blooming of wild flowers in fields of long grass and cypress trees.I move with the deer and the bats at dusk.I float in the air with Autumn's leaves and milkweed.______________________________People come and goThunderstorms, rainshowers, rainbows, cloudsLate MayJulyIndian SummersOctoberYou have comeWill you go?I look at the horizon where once was a sun settingClouds lavenderPeachRoseAnd I wonderWhere is that smile I saw in your eyes?That moment I let slip awayPassing towards eternityA mind active becomes shyLipsMy lipsYour lipsSo closeYet the distance between us increases precipitously every secondI procrastinateAfraid of mistakesIllusionsDelusionsFalse conclusions and assumptionsAnd you are not a figment of my imaginationBut you can disappear like water vapor in the StratosphereAnd I am the wind that passed through my hair on East HoustonAnd I am a leaf that floats on that windAnd you... are so sparce with wordsThe sun is obscured by cloudsYet we have entered a moment of truth in AutumnPeacefulness, tranquility and leaves changing colorLeavesA quilt upon the groundNovember and no fears of deathor anxiety about entropyJust movements forwardEvery dayone day closer to SpringRebirthGrowthI have comeWill I go?Does it matter?I don't knowI looked upon the horizonThe sun rises and sets simultaneouslyI see my reflection of the moon upon the waterI see memories of you in the wavesIf I look closely enough I see your eyes in the starsI read the language communicated by wind passing through treesI read the movement of limbs, branches, leavesYet I cannot control the windOr predict changes in direction or velocityAnd I must not worryFor I know the wind will returnGusting,Warming meCooling meChilling meSoothing meBecoming a gentle breezeRocking me to sleepWhispering incantations in my earReminding meEverything afar, nearExists as elusive objects;Tangible aparitionsA paradox within life and creationThe endless flow of rivers to the seatears cleansing eyesSoulConcrete material worldBound inextricable to the ephemeral, spiritualBy sunlight, wind, clouds,Motion, emotion, devotion, faithSpaceWe held hands brieflySignifying both the beginning and the end of a momentYou have comeWill I go?Or are we bound inextricablyRegardless of perceptions?_________________________People come and goThunderstorms passing during humid summer evesRain drops heavy and coolEach drop distinct against my skinPressing my shirt against shoulders, back, and chestShivering drenchedYou have comeWill you go?I look towards the clouds on the horizonWhere once was a sun settingAnd all I can say is"I don't know""I don't know"I no longer question these things. It's just what happens.Friendships vanish suddenlyLove and passion fadesPeople come and goAnd I can't ask whyFor such a concern warrants the greater question,"What about I?As the man whom senses you as the personAnd says suddenly'Good-bye'"Please don't ask me "why?"It's something like that time I caught your gazeAnd then you caught mine and looked awayLeaving me with steam rising from a heated sidewalk in JulyAfter a late day's rainNever to look my direction againI should have demanded an explanation?But if our fingers slipped into knotsMore than once entwined unplannedAnd more than twice my lips caressed yoursAnd your lips caressed mineToo tongue tied for wordsThe palpitation of our hearts and limbsSuggesting a reality greater than fantasyAnd a fantasy lived if momentarynow and now and now and then and laterConversation unspoken and flowingIn streams of blood pulsing from our hearts through veinsFlushing capillaries in our cheeksOur eyes burning and tearsAs we risk vulnerabilityShedding the layers of steel netting protecting our soulsFrom a loss of a love felt unseenNot understoodNever knownGraspable as mercury or warm Jell-OCould we just walk away?NoNever______________________________ _____SilenceThe RaindropsWalking though the parkI thought of Amherst woodsOctoberFall foliageDimming of the lightLeavesA blanket upon the groundDamp, multiples of colorsAutumnRedOcherYellowGoldorangebrownA quilt knit by a friendFor lovers appreciative of time spentTogetherWinter, hibernationWarm breathAnd a flashlight under coversLike a tent in the BerkshiresA cocoonPeacePreparation of Spring birthsRegenerationNovember through MarchAutumn and Winter nightsLaying amongst the twigs, leavesCaps of acorns discarded by squirrelsPreparing for a rest long awaitedIllusions of deathEverything returning homeConservationSeeds germanatingIn Earth wombsNever truly aloneI listen to music softly sungIn drops of rain penetrating the groundA lullibyRelaxSleep