Free to Fall

Fireworks squash my list soon after I write it.
Neat lines cut cleanly through nightmares,
and I am giddy.

I walk barefoot over oil stains on my driveway.
I am going to the beach
with a book to read
about someone who is not like me.

She looks away from blooming evidence of burning lists.
She is careful.
She stands fearful on the precipice of her nightmares.

I am fearless,
and I am free to fall.

She Has it Bad

The sun is hot.
It brands fifty songs into her head
and threatens to melt her heart.
She muses.

Her muse,
Her replies.

She flirts with the tangles of true love and distraction,
Waiting.

Waiting with curiosity
impatience
Waiting for trust
and a happy ending.

After the light fades she will still be crazy.
Smarter and full of muse,
her replies wed to his.

A genuine girl on the go,
she sees 32% of them through bug-eyed sunglasses
and 100% of them through the filter of dreams.

Bubbles rise to the surface in the pond of great mysteries.
Two bathers marvel in the fizzy water,
100% reverent,
100% submerged in one another's secrets.

There are no secrets.
Distracted, fascinated,
they stand married by God and the sun in their hair.

She

The wheels turn of something very special.

The glue is drying and it brings tears to her eyes;

it brings hope to her life -

a great, good unknown.

The Common cannot touch her.

She is new every day.

Her book has no lines.

She adds vanilla to taste, because it is right.

She sweetens and beautifies trails of destruction.

"This is my life," she says.

Like a black walnut tree, she holds secrets inside.

She spins through generations and stretches the confines of time to find true love.

Our spirits bump together as she speaks.

"I'm a mess," she says.

I'm a mess, too.

We will part soon;

We will be far away, 

and running together toward the end.

She helps me to understand.

We will never be far apart.

Hang Up

Ostentatious and deliberate ignorance -
I am drawn to it.

A rubber band of a thought flings across my mind,
and you reach for my hand.
You are only a man.
But I am greater than a woman.

I am more than nonsense in the air.

Driving fast.
You did not speak the word "goodbye."
Instead my future spoke to me.
I am more than a woman.
I have a lion inside.
"I should go," I said.

I am impressed because I know who I am.

But then he told me a truth -

I have had enough of the fiesta.
I hang up.

New Moon Dance

There really are New Moon Dances
Where polite women strike their husbands -

Where fathers pay for their sins
and men receive justice
under a dark sky and around a low fire.

Where sticks and clubs crack open what cannot be spoken
and will not be believed,
human souls are born again,
and the stones sleep because they did nothing wrong.

The very stones in anger and found nothing.
They broke each other and found justice.

At night bitterness is pounded into shoulders and fists.
In the morning, there is healing and honey.

Before God balance is restored.
The bees sting but the forgiveness is sweet.

When it is dark, the smallest of fires lays every heart bare.