Dowsing for Tears

“I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter,
but I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry.”
~ Cat Stevens~

If I could cry for us
I would Mark.
Squeezing out tears
wringing them like
gnarled knuckles
against tattered clothes

I would weep
like leaves
prostrating themselves
to the mercy
of the August sky

and I would cry
without trying
or holding back
vulnerable and exposed

to the ebb and flow
of whatever emotion
reigned, dowsing
a tempest of  sacrosanct tears
for you and for me

for the babies
we once were
prostrating myself
before this awesome
enigma of being human

Lover

~A true lover always feels in debt
to the one he loves.~
Ralph W. Sockman

there is a sea between his shoulder blades

above, his thoughts an echoing endless sky

like star gazing, up and eons away

twinkling, bursting and fading in the distance

bits of beauty unable to be bound

his body; the solid earth

ground to cling to when the sky opens

and the earth shakes

bound to the land

thrown to the sea

Tired

my head is travel weary

tired from this long journey

lost

trying to find the

shoulder

to rest upon

my heart is travel weary

barely beating with no

love

to quench it's thirst

parched

dying

my body is travel weary
aching deep in my bones
abandoned
wreckage
from the first wars
salvage

my spirit is flying away
stretching cobweb wings
crackling
gauzy and fragile
in another life
gone