Only love

When I fail myself,

I forgive myself 

No need to beat her up;

Harass, punish, condemn 

Lashing out.

Only love can retrieve 

What is lost, unspoken 

What has been so utterly broken

Only love can redeem.

Acting out

That fleck in the sky is a crane, or heron chasing the river’s course perhaps it’s northward here, along this curve, this bend not far from Franklin. To the south is the uncaptured rising moon. Also uncaptured is the stranger who held me in samba on the white sand, acting out my secret fantasy. Manifested into a self abandonment reality, complete with whiskey drunken from a stainless steel shot glass via a plastic flask. Again uncaptured is the burning red sunset that watched us like some benevolent fairy godfather. 

Well goodbye to the goodwill, 

good water

drain me away

preoccupied

places

progress

messes

making

Oh free me

believe me

this is a risk worth taking.

No erosion in heaven

Someday,

There will be sod laid over the mud.

Beauty, order, covering

Over the barren ground.

Prairies in heaven, savannas of lush and flourishing land, no more exposed soil, no more windswept earth, all the life lost, blown away.

No more deserts of parched ground where nothing is fruitful, only thorns and thistles. 

Someday, 

redemption.

(Circa 2014).