Candle on the Counter


Placed amid a tangle of objects
Apples and cinnamon, fragrant
There to be lit when darkness comes unexpectedly

Hurrying by one day
On the way to nowhere I needed to be
My elbow pushed the candle off the counter
And it shattered

So it is with Love

Beautiful and sweet-smelling amidst the ugliness of everyday life
There to light us in the darkness
And as we hurry to places we need not be
We treat it thoughtlessly

And once broken

Its gone


Cheshire Cat

The world hangs squalid on a purple cat
Spinoza’s words build but they cannot heal
Music tries to mask what silence can’t make evident
And voyages turn out to have long miles but no purpose

Stacks of cushions for vacations that never happened
Childhood blankets left to provide no warmth
Ducks in a row, hats never-worn, and a picture of a dream
Where the lotions give off and the aches begin

She of the playful laugh and impish delights
He of the secret sorrows and the mordant reflections
Find an entertwining – entertaining
Before time stretches them beyond each other’s reach