Commune with me…

the door swings open
a crack
and light from within
splashes me
teasingly…

as the beat of all drums
stronger grows
to crescendo…

What a wonderful use
of usually usefully
slumbering hours!

Why is it night entices me?

When we talk
–really talk–

So crazy to believe in miracles involving people–
they have freedom to choose.

Inside each ‘brown package’
lies at least one great gift

Oh, that I could have the whole outdoors to manifest my storm!

like silvery strands which sparkle
hanging motionless in the air
after the fireworks pass–

Helpless I’ll forever be against these walls and masks you’ve made
Only you can take away these barriers you’ve laid

YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO GROW—YOU ASKED ME HOW
I didn’t know I’d have to leave the light