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Supine

The walls here are illusory
a stonework reminder of
               (our options)
though stone can be broken
walls overcome

Often the only wall is
               (you)
                    Your will
                              your means
                                        your knowledge.

Here
         it is time that binds us
the immutable agony
running headlong towards us
to keep us from getting out.

Every year conquered
leaves the others more pronounced
those walls
              (these walls)
                           are real.

The Fox at the End of Time

He leaps
trusting his feet
trusting the earth beneath them.
Speed and grace
feed confidence like flames
sends it racing over hills
sharing in its color.

Darting through grass and trees
the pads of its paws feel like heavy rain
a resonance of force
always remains
bouncing through the bones
      a guitar well strung
               finely tuned
strumming a rhythm of motion
a crescendo reached
only now – with the rest of time behind us.

It is beautiful music
silenced by pavement
interrupted by the sounds of cars;

Some screeching to a halt
               others accelerating.

To a Life with You

When I breathe, I am sated
               the air is sweet
When I see, I am humbled
               the world is vibrant
When I eat, I am sustained
               each meal is a banquet
When I listen, I am enthralled
               always there is music
When I feel, I am excited
               the texture is capricious
When I live this life with you
               I am truly alive
                              all is full of love.

Reunion

After a time the road hides behind errant thoughts
an oasis of purpose beyond the skyline
just past the formless landscape in which I am caught
anxious sand etching the mind where they are confined
somewhere a destination waits for my return
decades away, or two hundred twelve miles by the sign.

Though the same vowels and numbers and stories were taught
the language we speak will never again align
casualties to the war of innocence still fought
despite knowing that both sides had long since resigned.
In the ashes of conflict, fragmented, I yearn
to take all those hardships and render them benign.