ebb and flow

with every ebb
of a wave
who gave her love
unasked,
unedited,
undone,
another rises
from the still depths
of a milked ocean,
to flow into shores
too empty
to return love,
a love that must ebb
to flow....

this love

there is a love
that's simple,
that's quiet,
without any frills -

a love as real
as the soft sand
that melts my soles,
a love as self-forgetting
as looking for shells
in the circle of my eyes,
not further
down the yawning shore,
a love as wild
as the waves that laugh
and entice my heart,
hooking me
to their innocence,
a love as present
as the ebb and flow
that sift and shift
the most steadfast sands,
a love as vast
as the bleeding blue
that always slips through
the corners of my eyes;

there is a love -
this love,
who clasps my palm
in hers,
who walks with me
to leave only one set
of sunken footprints,
who whispers my name
in the silence
between the rolling waves,
calling out to me,
asking me
to come home.

one source

don't look at me
with these eyes,
eyes that have learned
to only see light and dark;
for you will not see me then,
you will only grasp
what you want to know,
in the immediacy
of your inquiry;
and that is not enough;

that is not enough
to breathe into every gene,
to move mountains,
to churn oceans,
to fire up the skies,
to call the heavens down,
to give the earth to the stars,
and to hold
the silence and chatter
of this universe born wild;

don't look at me
with those eyes;
look at me blind -
when what you know
is what you feel,
when what you feel
moves you to dance
that wild dance,
that is neither man,
woman nor animal;

but just a handful of atoms
jiggling in space,
offering themselves up
to be used;
the one source
from where all flows
unlimited, at will,
that belongs to everyone,
not just you or me,
and the walls we see.

two rivers

waters gush and lap
against invisible walls
where grief and joy die.

two rivers commune
into pools of tomorrow
inspired by love.