In the breaking distance I saw a great bough
Multi-toned tinges of new day peeking from behind
 Great rounded arms of magnificent girth
Curling with supple strength upwards
As if to hold up gracefully the ensuing dawn
And amidst the approaching splendor,
A singular circle of wound, healed with waking bark
Colored contours of each year’s caressing
Surrounded by the communion of branches
This the most beautiful than even the sky above!…

The Oranges:
You tell your story to me –
I tell mine to you;
Not all at once,
But in broken pieces –
Breaking open,
Breaking down,
Breaking out!
Memories…
Joyful!
Angry?
Or vacant…
Even new ones formed!
Stories of painful scars;
But ones that can and do heal –
Empty spaces
That make room
For love and compassion,

 The Chocolate:
 We come together
In Brokenness,
To be-come Whole –
Not by gathering up the pieces
ALONE,
Or to re-piece or
Re-pair the past – No!;…

You stand and wait behind our busy small history
Feigning restful and seemingly wistful stagnation;
You generously crop imagined frames of reference
As we ardently persist in our insistent positions!

From a distance we call you “rigid…craggy… majestic… unyielding”
Yet really you flow in tides we’ve barely waded;
Hidden mechanics of violent creativity,
Jutting and crunching drifts of epoch proportion.…

The Gaze looks out from itself; but not really…
We blink in the mirror and what do we see?
Is it me, you, them, us, we?
Broken images can make the best of friends

 Passageways of participation cloud clarity
But winds of past loves can be worn as comfort at home
Another world is only a mistaken case of creation
That fails to feel its own self-groaning

 We pass each other BY without knowing the way
We pass INTO each other without sight
Yet a star stifled will still shine its invisible rays
Marking the only real transmission of Truth!…

…..I should tell you….
But you wouldn’t hear it as it was
Not because you didn’t want to
But because you can’t

I have wanted to walk with you
On the stage and in your heart
But the lines of human yearnings
Don’t allow the intimacy

So many journeys alone
The tellings never capture all
Hints of glory and of rapture
Circle in a swirl of smoke

None too clear but always precious
Come the moments of the dance
Many make the steps together
Yet the distance marks the gaps

Loneliness is locked within us
None the lacking for a breath
Gasping for the true conveyance
Seeping round the corners gape

Yet we feel the shared dis-ease
There is a love…dis-covers it
Sharing seems weak consoling
Taunting debts of dignity!