I Feel You On The Line

I did not expect for you to appear - like blue water rising

At this point in my life - as I am just beginning to run

Nor in this form - am I supposed to learn something?

And even though just thinking of you

- Makes me a better person -

I will still push you away

And even though I find myself

- Missing you now -

I will not ask you to stay

Sand-Time

These streets, the people drag their feet
Words spit from their open mouths into a humid air
Dripping with entitlement, but dry of reality

Noon, the high sun shoots straight down
Their dilated eyes singed and compounded on
"Why me?" and "I want"

Golden ladders - climbing, hanging - all the same
Decisions made, but still forgetting the reasons
Adding new rungs of ochre, made of sand

They ask what the world has done for them
They seek who else can further give
Abstaining from thought and responsibility

Yet they are smiling! So help me in reconciling
My truth and hope - rapidly dividing

Let the hourglass catch and turn

Evolution

I realise that as people had left
I curled closer to myself and towards Earth
I wanted to feel her hum and nurture
I wanted to return

But now the sun shines undeniably
It creeps in between my arms and my body
Even my shut lids glow orange
Like my eyes want to see but I am refusing to open
Trying to cling to the darkness

The tingle fluttering through my bones
Is telling me to stand and my lungs to float
And for a moment there is a chill
But soon the warmth is golden

As my toes begin to feel and fingertips reprint
The ground moistens and seedlings grow
And above the treetops stretch over
Shielding the foreboding heat
Oh, sudden - it is cooler

A path beneath leads my feet to a vast savannah
And before me sit curled bodies dotted to the horizon
A million heads buried in knees and drying
I stand back hiding, waiting for the new sun rising

Construction Site

I saw them building
Across the road
I wondered what would stand
And whether it would last

I saw the workmen working
I saw them rest for lunch
They spent that time talking
I wonder what about

The frames went up
The screws went in
The drills and saws were spinning
Dust all over the ground

I had stood outside to look
I scan the entire scene
Oblivious to the soundlessness
No matter where I am

That Was You, This Is Me

Strangeness is all I feel - when I see your last name
And it follows a woman's pretty name - I do not know her
So why she seeks me now - I do not know
Time is distance - and I do not know you

Oh, what a lie - layered thick
Inside my stomach - it lurches
Your thought in me purges - all confidence and all that is left is
Guilt - for you, I trip - over you

But I keep looking behind, trying to understand
Trying to see your form and how I could have
Not seen you the entire time...
I know I have - but where have I been released? I wonder if you were pleased
In thinking we would encounter each other and
All that connects us is you - such a damned fool -
I make believe I talk to myself, but I know the words are for you
So untrue - that you cared

Well, it leaves me now like smoke clearing and
I wait for the day your incense no longer lingers
And I forget the things that annoyed me so much
And captivated me so much...
Well, I forget the lines of your face and the shapes of your eyes
And even your shoulders and arms - lower them now
But one thing left that will not escape, oh...
The haunting sound of your laugh

Sunflowers

Which way to go eludes, for
Before me sprawls a sunflower field.
I seek a tree, a swing, a boy waiting?
Alas, heed signs to shield.

Golden orb, shining bright, immersed
In sky of blue, translucent air.
The brown and yellow heads sway to a silent tune,
Holding - their secrets of where.

Feet shuffle, shifting soil everywhere
But what my heart sees, let it follow:
Though they are grounded, they are growing up -
Slowly and not too close.

The sun sleeps with them in the night, when
Perhaps their seeds will fall beneath.
They wake to heat's tickles and kisses, unaware
Of their immortal