Ease

You know how to cross these streets with ease

As a dancer

Eyes closed behind Tom Fords

Taxis, snapped at, beckon to your forearm

like a harem of gold & midnight

And your smirk; 

that sly crooked look

that shows both your sides-

your Apollo & your Hades

It keeps them coming

to second guess

to anthroapologize

and weigh your brilliance

against your shadow.  

Home

This feeling of "home"

Sliding landscape,

cartography of perspective

where the soul has made something in soil

where the eyes awake to their scrape of sky

And I fly my foreign flag

My most out of body experience 

in your body

in this unfamiliar

you called home

the habitation you have made habit

I'm on a visa, a passport, 

a worker's release

But I cannot push my roots into this soil

without the flower falling.  

Travelling

In travelling

I have found myself.

Weight

How much can the weight of a book

cost in knowledge,

in weight lifted?

Can its heaviness find that gravity in me?

Can its lightness set us free?

Can pound for pound we be found,

Page for page emancipate our inner sage?

Can one book mark your turning point;

point you towards the shelf

where you may know thyself better?

Can you see the word for the letter?

Can the weight of wisdom displace that of fear?

Can you weigh in on this matter dear?

Peace

He was the peace in me

The dawn, the rain, the lily dove

Some called it music

He called it love

where all's fair

But I was only leasing him;

didn't even want to 

pull his hair

because when you know these things-

that he's bound to go-

you let him keep

his unclipped wings,

you let his music flow

And now the peace that was in me

is, I don't know.

Grass

Sitting on the grass

I feel at home.

This is what my earth makes

As opposed to your apartment building

across the street of black tar

which I cannot cross.

Frozen here in the warm grass

wanting roots

warm from soil

but not to pluck for your crystal vase.

Your crystal place shines and gleams

all earth glitter wealth

but where is the heart

the hearth

the health?

I wish you would run out here naked

and open to the day-

Oh then would we play and I say 

yes

But the stiffened manner of your

dress to impress

makes me want to dig in this dirt

and flirt with my wild side,

this unbridled bride

must be hard to hold;

never doing as told

too bright and 

too bold

to grow in the shade 

of your perfect life behind blinds

and you look blind to my simple finds

so to this grass I fled

to love with my heart

and not with my head.

Grow

Flower

What right have you 

in stillness 

to grow

so passively beautiful?

A divine right

that predates God

because if beauty is not what we are

then what?