Strangers No More

Strangers No More

Your daughter and

My daughter, they were

Strangers to one another.

They knew nothing

About the other, but

Now they find themselves friends.

This neighbor and

Another neighbor, they had

Doors locked on each other,

Always tried to

Ignore one another;

Now they let themselves in.

(1/16/2010)

Most poem ideas come to me late in the day, sometimes keeping me awake at night, insistent I must write them down before they will let me sleep. This one woke me up this morning. Any day I write a poem is automatically a good day.

Words

Words

Words spread across the surface of things

To fill up the curved hollows of thought.

Naming all impossibilities,

We raise an island of sand among the dreaming currents.

Communication, a response,

I feel it all through the text of my skin:

Meaning before death is my only way.

And what if someone understands me?

(11/15/2009 & 1/16/2010)

Hydrangeas

Hydrangeas

I don't own hydrangeas.

This is not my garden chair.

The street I've walked down many times

Doesn't belong to me.

No one owns the sunshine.

This is not my rain.

I can't claim the color blue.

Flowers owe me nothing.

(1/1/2010)