A Poem for 2009

TURNING UP...

Look at the ways we have grown

by hands we pursue each other

by ways find purchase and make pursuits together

these are already yours

take the rest

press on my skin and take refuge

here is a place to be gracious

where falling isn't called that

but being good and getting faster

it's even in the quiet of our minds

much better than being laser-like

our falling good and getting faster

TURNING DOWN...

I eat the good

but add a spoiled morsel

waste my own hunger from the way these mingle!

even sleeping well in your care

I hesitate to return

to the favors in your hand

I cling to your promise

but reverse polarity with your promise

estimate you just about

soon is good enough

and taking just

it adds up

tiring us in all the ways we do anything

but be in harmony

and what else there is to blame

TURNING CLOSE...

My tongue is on the ground

not like the time before

when I sucked the forest floor for joy

for all the distance I am digging

at least I am closer

and shame can not follow me so low

let's find the child

and for holy sakes

wake up to him listening

be here with me

cheering us on

balancing the needle on it's head

I'll measure the stories only so much

and feel them more instead

that's not much but it's a lot