Category: Twitter Poems

Everybody finds somebody
to love;
everybody finds somebody
to love them.

She is a friend of mine, a dear heart,
a forager among the ruins of wisdom,
among the secrets of the ages;
she holds the place for those
who wonder at the stars.

In the gowns of the righteous
she holds court on the hillside
and calls with a single voice
in the darkness and carries
her own lantern of light.

And the trees she has planted
stand above the stretch of peninsula,
the promise of harvest broken
but still she holds this place dear
and will not allow ill of it to be spoken.

From the fields of the lowlands
to the steep country, rugged and weary,
she doesn’t look back, makes no complaint,
forges a haven worthy of the land
and love and the man.

She comes through the fields
carrying water bottle and bread,
she is welcome here among
the heaving lungs and sweated body
of this seasonal haymaker.

The touch of his presence
on the breath of the wind
is what we shall feel
on the long road within.

Salt of the earth
to the earth returned.
come now this sadness
that shapes us in turn.

So long ago it seems,
as long as the road
that stretches before me;
I keep looking for him
and when he appears
as a mirage in the distance,
I hasten my pace,
I hasten my pace.

Yellow moon
follows me all the way home
like the tear follows
the contour of my cheek;
and when I slide between the sheets
it sits outside my window
until the night has passed.