Emotions are on overload
bubbling and churning violently beneath the surface
all fall into fail-safe mode
Some make jokes
some get busy
some get tired
some leave

Swallowed up by longing
To hear that voice again
To know
Those hands
That laugh
That terrible driving

The wind was not great 

But it got me out here

To the middle of this ocean

This wide expanse

This lonely forever

Vigorously verdant

Plenteous and viridescent

Proliferous and fecund

Burgeoning and flourishing

Feracious, generative, breedy

Gravid, loamy, and profuse

Green

Little girl,

I already call you princess,

You are pretty

You are cute

You are sweet

The beat of the drum

Carries across the parking lot

The rhythm lures me closer

The song resonates in my bones

Its tempo keeps time with my heart

I sit down to write 

what I think

what I feel

but there is always a block,

a haze 

She becomes the tide

Ebbing and flowing

Slow-moving ripples

That without warning

Give over to violent, crashing surf 

It was at that moment 

that the chasm opened up beneath me  

You were already lost in it

I knew it and I didn’t know it   

My constant companion

you are at your best 

when you are quiet

when you keep to yourself

snoozing

You are always in charge

Unless you don’t want to be.

But if something doesn’t go right

you will lead from the back,

aggressively.

To be alive.

To be loved and cared for

and rejected and admonished

A Poem

I always think

it takes effort

to be something fabulous.  

Today there is nothing.

So many days

I have yearned for a break

and now here it is.