I changed my mind

I wasn’t going to come by here today. I changed my mind.
I pretty much suspect Aunt Flo will arrive imminently. I feel awful; achy and like I’m coming down with a cold.
This may have to do with having to socialize tonight as well. I want my quilt and a mattress. I really feel like Linus with his security blanket, except I accidentally left mine at home. Ack.

Moving toward listening
toward the hearing that remembers
no patented tried-and-true phrases
or notions
few words
each one meant from so deep within
I am drawn toward the fathoms

Brought through tears and apprehension
fears and comprehension
back to integrity and beyond
into a tender thorny honorable place
so much in this
to be lived in increments of the hours in a day
my soul hears and slowly learns

Loving in contrast

How can I transcribe this silence
sketch what beauty is in this
for when it lasts and lingers
sure there is a missing in which
hard as I work not to
my spirit droops and sags a bit

But

Its beauty lies in its breaking
whether with joyous news or sorrow’s tidings
in admonition or approval
the sound the sight the spirit’s presence
a word or two in stark and keen relief
balm for my every ache

So silence of this certain hue
embrace the hours and days until
once more meanings are conveyed
in a burst of heart song
life breathing whispering the sound
of my soul’s treasure

Simple stuff

The wind is shifting
the sky a moving patchwork of cloud shapes
covering and then revealing various shades of blue
what does it mean
surely it is written down in some almanac
some record of predictions

I do not have the knowledge needed
to foresee the future’s unfolding
though I find myself sometimes lost
in a fog of hopes and dreams
founded in reality and devoutly desired
but necessarily uncertain

So I simply notice shades of blue
shapes and movement of clouds
across the sky that I see bits of
between too many towers
I would work toward anything
to get from here to where I long to be