Sunday

Snippets of Two Poems

HOW WE BEGIN...TO BEGIN AGAIN
(snippets from poems I'm writing)

I sink into your couch
body and soul weary
frail as a premature quail egg.
See the membrane a blue pallor
a translucence through the waiting...
waiting...
then chalky and cloudy
all hope
all but gone.


OPEN TO THE SKY
(about achieving a balance in our relationships with others and ourselves.)

We could easily
fade into all of it, the music
and the dancing
the cufflinks and razzmatazz,
and we could just as easily
stay right here
getting lost in you and me
fading into each other
into the voice of the cello,
one cloud dissipating into another
never getting home.