A Time for Love

When you walk out

to the brisk fall air

you feel there

like all of you is screaming

with every fibre dreaming

and that leaning

for company and a hot drink

are all

that your mind can think

of

and not of work

but of love

of things from above

of others

smothered

with goodness

as it swirls around you and howls

emphasized in every vowel

in every smile

every hug

fall is such a time for love.

LITTLE

Like an explosion

little

crashed in

ready to win

to play

ready to save the day

from lions and tigers and burlgars

oh my!

and I

on my back

would gaze at the sky

Big,

what are you doing?

she would ask

and I lost in thought

so rarely relaxed

would snap

jarred by the noise

of this girl

who thinks herself a boy

little, leave me alone

and I would push away

only to regret that another day

and so it goes

the ones you know

are more precious

than any outfit

furniture

or stone

to be alone

is to be poor

you will always be wanting more

but its that crashing in the door

that you really

secretly

will be longing for

*(after some time)

//

[Love you, little]

BECOMING (me)

colors

red and blue and green

every color you’ve ever seen

and more

are tiptoeing on the floor

when I am supposed to be doing

more

well, really

what I’m supposed to do

it is just me

and you

this entity

in me

that wants to be

to push the limits

to be free

like a pupae

changed

I push

and stretch

till crack

and like a fountain fall

and realize it was not an explosion at all

but a creation of being

of freeing

of renewing

restoring

equipping

fulfilling

love spilling

till tears well in my eyes

seeing that all along

the Lord answered my every cry.