No Timetable

Time is cruel

In the way that only
Tireless, relentless things can be

Like gravity

But love resists

It knows no timetable, for
Love participates in eternity

Our minds get worn down
Our eyes fail
Our joints ache

But feelings persist

Long after the
Purblind keepers
Of timetables
Seem to think

And I’ll take love over time


You stand apart, now, strong in what you’ve seen;
The day’s gone cold, uphill and down ravine.
The sky fills up with stars, both shy and bold,
The night is young, but you feel bare, and old,
And full of questions no one seems to know
The answers to; just why things must be so.

You pause a moment, bathed in solitude,
Apprised, by those in warmth, of gratitude,
And smiling at the innocence of such:
For they know little of what you’ve seen much.
For there’s a view from where are that’s rare,
Although, you’ve wished, at times, you were not there.

To you, my heart goes out, though yours grows numb,
For who you are, and what you’ve

now, about my dream

you said you had a dream we met;
a thing we just might do, one day.

though in my dream, it was at night…

a misty, rainy sort of night,
but in a well-lit city park
that kept the midnight far from dark,
and where i called you by your name,
and you embraced me as a friend,
and all the world was wet with tears

for things and places torn and gone,
for dreams that lawyers take away,
for hopes left up on doctor’s shelves,
and cold gray rooms that some romanticize —

but all of that, we didn’t say,
because we knew the other knew,
and lives are rooms behind locked doors,
though our words may be keys…

and then you spoke, although
your words were song;
the misty park dissolved
before too long,
and i awoke, not knowing what
you said,
but with your music
still inside
my head


There’s a reason for the way
Things have come to be:
Some who see will know the truth,
Others merely see.

Life is hours in the dark,
Seconds in the sun;
Much we see is here and gone
Ere our race is run.

Danica, I wish you joy.
Time is fading fast:
There’s a future in your hope,
Love within your past,

And the shadow of a dream
You will find when free:
Some who see will know the truth
You were born
To see

Shades of Heart

We spoke, right after you had been

Assailed by hateful bigotry,

And though you had much good to tell,

The other part still stayed with me


So color: when we all are small

We learn them, pick our favorite ones –

It’s everywhere, in this, the same

Among our daughters and our sons


But what is it makes people fade,

And play the haters baneful part?

Why does skin color matter more

Than all the shades

Of heart?

{ to believe in you }


 What does it mean

  What does it mean to believe?

   In someone?

What does it mean to believe in someone, 
 the way that I have come to believe in you?

For none of the usual rules seem 
                                 to apply.

I believe in your goodness, 
 your innate kindness -

I trust you, 


               I have not seen you
             with my eyes,

     touched you with my hands,

or even traded a friendly hug --

Perhaps :

          new ways of touching bring
          new ways of believing
          new modes of friendship give
          new ways of appreciating.

Take, please,

              this my offer --

              you have my belief

              not that you will not stumble
             (as I will certainly do)



    You will always have my belief



Welcome to America

My friend, I know you’ve longed to see
The promise of the golden door:
To ply your art, expand your heart,
And live a life of “more” —

So welcome to America:
There’s much that’s sort of died, but still,
There’s some remain to welcome you
For someone always