Weeping Willows September 30, 2009

How do you mourn something as big as your whole childhood,your purity,your innocence–Scars
deeper than the thick barkriver bedsrunning down a grandfather tree’s trunkonto your baby skin–How long must I cryover the fear and the pain,the earth shattering sadnessthe color ofdriftless hillsideswhen tornadoes threaten to blow through,and the sunlight looks unnaturalmirrors the way I feelas I [...]

unentitled September 28, 2009

i am only a tiny mountain stream
bed
holding
this cold and bubbling
crystal clear
light
at times
until i become its shape
know what it’s like
to be water
to be life
like the roots of trees
or the tiny red of a bird
migrating
over these vast lands
i do not forget
where i have come from
the rocks
of stream beds
and the water together
sing these songs
make this melody of remembrance
like [...]