I write to you unfettered

Reimagined from the ashes

Of some dark demonic depth

Starving for the light

And unbound in so questing

I write to you untethered

Having cast aside the mooring ropes

In favor of a floating peace

As tenuous as it is tender

Yet more real than the metallic anchor

I write to you uncertain

Of the plan beyond the headlights

Yet enamored by the gentle knowing

That the tangles of the trail ahead

Will be easy to follow

If I just listen

I write to you unspeaking

My voice is strong enough inside me

Spreading my story through every bone

Seating tomorrow between my ankle joints

And whispering yesterdays into the wind

I write to you unshaken

While the larch leaves murmur

The breeze that incites them enters me yet does not stay

Rippling through and moving on

Leaving in its wake another layer of ashes

I imagine

the puppeteer

swapping out my strings

methodically,

robotically,

one limb at a time

snipping away sinewy chunks of my past

the zigzag remains dangling haphazardly

waiting for restringing

into some well-articulated supple shape

whose movements dance

softly swaying to silent songs

The new instrument will be beautiful

Tender and strong

Harmonic

But, as is the way,

The restringing aches, burns, stings

The puppeteer moves slowly

despite the fragrant throb

aware that the process

cannot be rushed

Fairytale clouds hang

Atop evergreen shoulders.

Blue mountains below

Stand vigil and blow kisses

Flirting with our awe.

Road ahead empties

Just me and sky.

I press onwards fast

Trying to arrive before

The stars remind me that they

Shine on, shine in me.

I could not forget;

Our hearts beat in time.

I wonder where I will go

When the darkness comes.

I am not afraid

Gently grateful for today

Made of trust and dust.

We say willows weep

But could those be happy tears,

Old forest wisdom?

I like to think so

That the trees, who’ve lived so long

Know to celebrate

For they see cycles

Are what made the stars.

Today I look up

In wonder of the magic

Tomorrow I look

At evergreen canopies

From fairytale shroud.

what do you do

with so many bones

washed clean by the sea’s salty tears

in a place you love

wind whipping waves’ whispers

a pallet of Picasso’s blues

paints the sky

the mountains

the water

the observer

I stand

with my feet just shy of the edge

shivering

yearning

wondering

what do you do

with so many bones

It’s all just a series

of moments.

We can hold each one

in its season

with love and tenderness

But then we must let it go

so that we can extend our arms

to wrap around the next one.

If we remain clutching the last moment,

we miss the one that follows it.

We fall out of the balance

that has been curated for us.

The action of holding on

is more familiar than the letting go;

it’s easier if we focus on the now moment,

showing it all the love we can.

Releasing the last moment becomes a natural motion as we embrace the now.

One set of arms.

Many many moments.

They all happen one by one.

Let us live them one by one.

Let us love them one by one.

Pure potent Alaskan air

Raw and wild

Unzips me to my core

Rips me

Woos me

Startles me

Seduces me

Kisses my bones with the frigid breath

Of iced over ancestors

I am alive

So alive!

My whole being is in motion

Aligning to these arctic rhythms

Where the cold vibrates and the sun sleeps

I am the tundra

I am the snowflakes

Correspondence

We freeze together in one orgasmic crystal

I am energy

Forever

When we look out at what has been

Then look in at what could be

And choose to depart from the patterns of the past

Without yet knowing what shapes the future will take

We bravely offer a hand to the liminal space

And begin to dance

With each footfall

Etching new memory

Into old clay

As we suspend ourselves between was and will

We invite the unseen to guide our dance

The earth reaches up to place our feet

The sky leans down to shift our beat

We dancers become the danced upon

The instructions dotted like stars

Transmitted through smooth skin

Into our marrow

All we must do is remember

Keep dancing

I love mysteries

Not the dead body in the closet kind

The soul in the body kind

The soul in a living, so-alive body

The body right here, in this time-space coordinate

In this unfathomable universe

What is it about the ancient wisdom

Stored deep within my DNA

And yours too

That’s so magnetic, alluring

Full of siren-sweet nectar 

Beckoning, passionately ? 

I’m not looking for answers

I love the numinous questions

It’s something about how they make me feel

When I roll them around inside my being

The expansiveness of possibility

When I contemplate 

This enigmatic existence

Do you feel it too? 

That energetic hum

Way deep inside your skull

In your gut, your throat, your heart

Perhaps tuning itself to some ethereal frequency

If you listen, it’s there

If you needed permission

To silence the noise and play

With that juicy resonance

This is your invitation

I go out on a walk

To watch the dawn

Trace its bright fingers

Over the mountains’ angles

Softening them into curves

Golden wavelengths

I find myself

Instinctively, effortlessly

Picking up pieces of people’s souls

Walking in step with them

As they open their armor

And show me what hurts

It’s an honor

It’s a responsibility

It’s a gift

May the solar torch

Continue to light my path

So I can keep giving

I feel the sunset on my skin

And a subtle sweet uncertainty

About where I end and the air begins

As the orange glow warms my core

Penetrates my marrow

Adheres itself to my soul

There’s something so holy about the way

The wind ripples the waves

And flutters my hair

With the same breath

I can’t caress her back

In the same soft sweet sultry salty way

She flirts with me

So I blow a fiery kiss

Into the air

And hope she catches it

Hope she can feel the love

The love that’s swirling

In this magnificent multiamorous multitudinous magic

That is my reality

Silver sliver overhead

Smiles at celestial sparkles

Queen Moon in the Stardust Kingdom

She smiles upon me too

I too sparkle with heavenly glitter

I too am part of the Stardust Kingdom

A fibrous, flexible part

Supple, supportive

Crucial, connecting

Earth to sky

My body is that bridge

The fabric of the liminal

The valiant alchemist

Transmuting Earth matter into ether

Made of the same stuff as stars

Starstruck

Stars in her eyes

Starting to see

Startled

Stargazing

Upon myself

As Queen Moon

I smile