togetherness

and on this day
of celebration
with people flying in
i sit this quiet morning
and find my knees to pray
for safe arrival
for glory on the path
for quiet bits of wisdom
for journeys through the traps
and safely, may we sweet arrive
to smile our smiles and grins
together
in this aftermath
of all that we have been
through the dream of healing
we will come and find our way
i had the thought to offer you
i had the need to pray
and now the coming, sweet
together
after all that's come and gone
we come together,
her and i
we come and sing our songs
and so the sewn of sewing
gets our wild oats up and gone
and now, in this sweet middle age
the journey's still the one
i mark the tide with all entitlements
we come to in this time
i sing the song of something's up
and know we'll find the rhyme
to sit and know we come and go
to find our time to now
we give this gift
togetherness
we find our way
some how

empty

at the end
of the
exhausting
day
there is
just the
needle
in the
dangerous left edge
of the glaring graphic
to indicate
you are running
on E
and there is
nothing
to restore you
but sleep
and you pray
it's dreamless
tonight
please,
the inspiration
is better than
any drug
and far
too
hard
to come
down
from
and
getting addicted
to inspiration
is a little
like
being addicted
to foreign oil
and it is
always
so
expensive
costing
your
whole
self
out there
naked
in the lonely
wind
of who cares
and who
does
she
think
she
is
and
it
more than all the trying
is the most trying
the thing that
leaves
you
longing
for dreamless
sleep
for respite
from the
inspiration
and all it
causes you
to try
in the wind
of indifference
caring
leaves
you
empty