Thursday, April 28, 2011

Fireside Chat



I will plant this seedling right into the ground.
Think about how you created the trees and every living thing
Sift this dirt between my fingers, this dirt from whence I came
I will sit on this hallowed ground of mine
and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will set my chair under these branches in this shade.
Feel your breath blowing across my face
Hear the birds breaking out in worship
I will sip my lemonade
and wait and listen for you to speak.



I will rake these leaves of orange and yellow
Make a pile deep and wide.
I will run and jump and scatter them far
I will lie on this mattress of the fallen, sun on my face
and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will fire up this chain saw of smoke and fury
Raise up this maul and chop this wood
I will stack these logs 4 X 4 X 8
Sit on this stump and rest
and wait and listen for you to speak

I think I'll throw another log on the fire
Sit here with you and warm myself
Sip my coffee, smoky and dark
Think about life and think about death
And I will wait and listen for you to speak.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Moon














We ran these fields from sun up to sun down
We played hard and played long
Time was of no consequence, it never ran out

They called you Moon
but you were Shooting Star
Buried under the shade of the willow
Your story ran out of ink

We played baseball on the ancient diamond
Basketball in the dusty gym
Football between the pines

They called you Moon
but you were Shooting Star
Buried under the shade of the willow
Your story ran out of ink

You went left and I went right
Our stories on separate shelfs
I hope we end up in the same book.

They called you Moon
but you were Shooting Star
Buried under the shade of the weeping willow
Your story ran out of ink