Month: October 2020

I’m driving down that southern road
where we met some time ago
when the moon was lifting itself slow
from the eastern edge of the secret sky
and the light was dancing in her eye.

To whom much has been given
so then, much shall be required;
did we bury our gift so that it
became an iron rod that knew
little of justice and mercy and
humility? Shall we reap
the anger we have sown?

The white moon sits high
in the hazy, pastel sky
above the wide plain;
soon it will turn orange
and then yellow and it
will wash over me
and the night will arrive.

The snow, packed onto the mountain,
shines like white steel in the sleek,
spring sun that leads me through
the narrow walls of the pass.

Into the bow of the tree
I carved my name
as deep, as deep could be ,
so she would remember me;

and all was well until
the winds of time
raged against the tree,
and tore its limbs until it fell.

Sometimes, even a single word
That falls from our lips astray,
Becomes the seed that breaks
The rock apart, and cracks a smile
Across the cheerless heart.