Heartbreak

and you broke my heart,
like the arrows of rain
impinging upon a vacant earth
who looked to the sky,
only to wet her lips
with a song
waiting to be sung;
the pain and tightness
now yielding
to the uncertain space -
a quiet, gentle becoming
into something soft and pliable,
expunging stiff shells,
and giving
all of myself
to the very quiver
from where they came.

The Joker

sometimes
you hold my heart,
sometimes
you throw it away,
where do I belong?
I wonder,
will my love hold sway?
is there space
in this blessed world,
for all of me,
all the time?
well, the cards -
they've been dealt,
the game goes on,
and I,
I'm just a joker
in a pack of cards -
sometimes there,
sometimes gone.