Diamond

The morning sun
Blinks for a moment behind the trees
The late night stars
Clear cut, more precious
In this cold clean air

The Resolution

The shadows grow long
It finally feels right to forget her
The defense,  available to a fault
Has moved like a fetus
Into my dominion
Shoulders don't have to hang
A good mind can rest
And see a line breaking, like a well worn burnt out branch
Reaching the ground
Finally resting on the ground

Steam

Like a neatly drawn corner
Sharp, clear, defined
The Karvol drops spread into the running bath water
Vaporizing steam acquires the scent
My hands shake
Remembering myself as the child
Sitting in the bath
Waiting for carrots and mashed potatoes
Breathing deeply
Letting the steam ease bronchitis.

Child

My heart was under construction
Ripped, open, demolished to nothing
You walked through the barrier tapes
You opened the new door
This heart grew stronger, more, loving
Seeing your fingers holding mine
Feeling your breathing synchronized with mine
As I held you late at night, under desert town stars
Years passed,  a child grew, a heart grew too

Retreat

I hear them
sitting side by side
crunching on packets of chips
nothing else matters
but the quiet crunch
the companionship
close, sharing warmth
side by side

Here

Nothing touches us
the world becomes very small
there are no others here
to permeate my heart like a thief in the dusk
There is winter, grass slowly folding into bleached yellow
there is a fire, breathing into my face, drying tears
there is a breathing mountain, softly in the morning
deeply in the night.

Perhaps
out in the world there are explosions
wars
people reeling in recession
lines of cars waiting for traffic lights to change
here
there is only a simplified day
a recipe book, butter melting into mashed potatoes
a long soundless night

Playground

The asphalt, where small untainted hyperactive hands
hang on chipped paint swings and slides
smelling of sweat on metal
 and grazed stinging under their plasters knees
There are no lullaby clouds or skipping rope jump laughter reminders
There is a lonely child on a swing
waiting for friend who never arrives