Twofold

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. 

--St. Augustine 

My love's my ballast; 

Wherever and whenever 

I find myself 

Weightless, she takes me 

Over the moon with her, twice 

As weightless as before.

 

 

Windfall Inclination Complex

--for John Phillips 

the unheeded 

word is what 

we think 

we never hear, 

though it keeps 

calling for us 

to draw nearer, say 

to the wind- 

swept pines 

shaping all that 

we wish to hear.

 

 

Impatient Fledgling

While you wait 

For the next poem 

To show itself, that restless 

Small bird nesting 

In your heart has grown strong 

Wings and will 

Soon flutter away.

 

How The World Turns

It couldn’t 

Care less about your so- 

Called life’s work—the words 

You’ve chosen 

With so much TLC, 

Now hate how 

You tendered them simply 

To show off more 

Than they could ever 

Hope to endure.