moon’s not to be rushed
for she follows her own timetable
an original bodhisattva who does not
respond to the insidious pressure
of secondhands
find the patience one must have
for a spoonful of honey
to reward y’r sweet need
as we count cards over our
sawed-off fractions of eternity
when you join us on the island beach
bring enough bottles
one for each broken heart
that aches unanswered
on this planet we call home
open letters awaiting a favorable tide
how many stories
–startled pillbugs–
stay
tucked safely
away
in y’r heart
would you please read one to me
i’ve the ear just itchin’ for the treat
oblivious of the other’s jealousy
over having to share
we all have notes to play
in the same eternal song)
the ocean and the sky, also
–one expanse to another:
one deep, one broad
(every tear has a name
private pangs called forth
w/ heart out loud
dear one’s remembered
one candle at a time