Audacious Tendencies

Maybe we should hang the closed sign on the hinge. Flee the city as if it was a holiday. Or pretend we reside in one of those European villages where they consecrate tea time. Whichever we decide, one thing is for sure; the hour doesn't resemble the ordinary. The way it usually does, like something to be ignored, but rather an iridescent moment you want to inhale. As if its odor had healing powers, as if the sun could bathe the skin and prepare it for winter. There would be no need for a coat--only the armor of inward radiance.

II.

Requests, ones spoken desires. Some locked inside, left as a secret. They may not be legal in the sense of obeying laws, but they can reach a point in which they make their own laws. Taking on shapes and walking around searching for a fence to rest on. Seizing the moment, they disregard asking permission, abandon the rules of physics, and sweep up the crumbs that fall from the table.

III.

She decided to raise her voice. How else was she to get her hat and coat? She searched the pockets for gloves. The disguise was not perfect, but enough to allow her to immerse herself into the crowd. The many colors will dress the landscape around her. Earlier she had disrobed the tan one and left it draped over the chair.

IV.

Framed in another setting
Photos of life not breathing
Smiles as fictitious as the background

Screams within

Leap out of the expected pose
Stretch for the moving scenery
Fill the eyes with ease

Screams within

When?

When the Rain Stops

The moisture of rain doesn't distract us. Not even the coldness that grips our skin. Instead it's the puddles that form underneath our feet. They capture our reflection as if they were the lens of a camera. Only the picture is blurry and we didn't take time to pose. There's no celebration or grand gala that has us feeling festive. No masquerade ball that we have suited ourselves for--leaving us exposed. Our signatures don't match the thumb prints we leave on the wine glass. Our voice sounds muffled to those who speak to us after dusk. And when the rain has stopped, the murky print that we leave in the mud is only an ambiguous clue to our orchestrated conundrum.

Sealed Resin

The question usually arrives on schedule
questioning the meaning of fossils and
why they are immortalized in resin

Why there are people who live in forests
and why we unhappy with our own selves
try to inhibit their space as if they were not
already alive and perfectly capable of living

The questions that arrive at the dinner table
questioning the meaning of translated scrolls
why they are immortalized in resin

Why there are people who live in caves
and why we unhappy with our own selves
try to inhibit their space as if they were not
already alive and perfectly capable of living

The answers don’t usually arrive on schedule
answers to the meaning of life’s obscurities
they arrive as clues and must be immortalized--in resin

Another door opened one that was closed before. Its contents were previously under construction. Yellow tape had sealed the entry way. Now it's accepting visitors to re-enter and discover what it has to offer. The findings have promised to be all new inventions. The kind that allows you to see into the future without the aid of a medium. The bottled tears that were once placed on the shelf have now been outsourced. No longer needed for future examination or for microscopic evaluation. The sun light shines through the window, excavating each corner. The Eastern sun's early, the construction workers finished ahead of schedule.

Low Times

The full moon hung low last night
Low like it was heavy
Weighed down with woes
As if it had been struck
Pulled from the sky
Lassoed with a rope

Frozen Waters

Time stood still under the spell of the cold
Months will pass before the water will run free
The warmth in June will make the bitter sweet--I'll wait

Standing against the cold
Time did not come to stay
Sun and moon have played
Mornings hide secrets untold

The northern light's gray
A wooden fence can't hide
The stars on the other side
Where the nights jewels play

Standing up to the wind
Time has just begun
When the bird has sung
Of mornings with no end

Sleepless Night

The loads of life fought against rest.
They refused to recline under the cover of night.

But today--a new day, a new battle, a new genesis!