HOT AIR.

Hot Air

The hot air balloon soars through the

Air like a majestic bird on its wings.

Shadows fall on the ground from it,

And people come out of their houses to

Stare at it, and children come, and the

Elderly and even the president.

All they do is stare at the hot air balloon,

Soaring so fast, breathing air like a dragon.

My boyfriend told me I was exactly like

A dragon,

As if I could pour fire through my nostrils

Every second,

As if I could fly on majestic wings like

A great big animal,

A lizard, no doubt, but that’s not the

Problem.  I can’t do any of those things

Without help,

Because people do not have wings,

They have airplanes and brains to make

The airplanes,

And I have a boyfriend and I live in a house,

And I like to garden,

And sometimes I go out for dinner at night.

Still, it flies, like a dragon, and the dragon

Is me, because I have the power to use my

Heart and my mind and make the right decisions.

YOU ARE.

You Are

The clash between beasts is utterly complete.

She speaks to me through her words.

Time is like a transcending void.

I am utterly whole.

The foreign land glares in the distance,

we go by boat, not by shore.

In the rising sun we find different ways

to keep us from floating out to sea,

from the rising sun to the horrid moon,

to the day that breaks and bends,

I am here waiting for you, my love,

as the tide fades away.

You are the river that waits for me.

I am the course of the action in the void,

I am the darkness that seeks out darkness,

I am the wading of the tide.

Night hides from me. It is broken.

The seeds of the grapes have been bitter and weep;

I weep along with it.

Nothing comes short of darkness,

bitterness fades to gray.

I am the wholeness and the light,

the darkness does not take me,

nor will take me in the night.

You are whole with me.

You are the grape to my strawberry.

Today, This Morning.

Today is the day I am going

To better myself for the people around me.

Today the day is nice and calm,

And a breeze is blowing.

I sit outside on my patio, watching

The birds go from tree branch to tree

Branch, their song filling the quiet

Morning air.

It is morning, have I mentioned that?

The sun shines above me like a pinched

Nerve, always glowing, like a big star.

The air is glowing, too.

I feel like I can conquer anything,

Including the depths of my own heart,

The heart that beats regularly inside my chest,

And there is a parade because it is summer,

And the night will be vast,

And I am vast with it.

The air is still, stiller than my heart,

And the rhythm of the wind is rhythmical.

Something is not in the way of us,

Not in the way, we go forward, always

Moving, stiller than breath.

THE DREAMS WILL TAKE ME.

The Dreams Will Take Me

As fast as the dreams will take

Me,

I am defiant.

I am defiant in my waking.

The river is vast as my heart.

The tempest is dim as my ears.

I hear nothing.

I speak nothing.

I am nothing.

Nothing garners all wisdom.

Nothing speaks in the void.

The void is darkness.

I feel around me the night,

And it is dimming.

Facts are as small as I am.

I have not hoped things will

Die down,

But I am beginning to.

I am beginning to see the light

Ahead of me,

So deep and sensual,

And I can swim in it.