The best proof of love is trust. ~ Joyce Brothers

I Love You as

the vacuum between stars;
a matterless, infinite throated
black hole unto Source

Beyond its ribbed cartilage
rests Truth; Darkness
begat Light from atomic
resonance, announced

I Am that I Am

I Love You as
weightless debri, disks
hurdling unimpeded
through space

clusterless, homeless
their outward migration
of unequal brightness
a force of defiance

Gravity, a long forgotten
prison binding form
unto its atmosphere

of muted tones, indistinct
outlines dispersing fractal
geometry from planetesimals

I Love You as
Death, Its satellite orbit
liberating innate beacons;
particles forming meteorites
burning upon impact
to escape imprisonment

I Love You as
You open the gate
gentleman that you are;
usher me first, your hand
guiding my lower back;

reluctantly release me
to Trust our bond remain
intact between worlds

Because you knew
( as you always have )
I would not survive alone:

I was born of Patience
worshipping Breath
Believing by Faith in Us
ever vigilant for your Omen

On the closed gate it is written:
What God begat from Nothing
will once again return

I Love You as
this; rearranging faultlines
of patterned mistakes;
wasted bridges of construction
now engulfed in flames

Only ever forward-motion
pure energy propelling
Us ahead together
again, and again

I Love You as
I always have:
unfaltering

Now and Then
~

Limpid

Foam-capped waves
  a mountanous sight;

an ocean bleeding
  afterlight

The great white Moon
  a circling shark;
devouring darkness
  and starry night

Morning bestirs
   drunk on poems

reveal ductile bodies
   limpid with Love

~

I wait because

the world goes on despite grief
our loved-ones warm in graves
while friends and acquaintences
congregate with their own lives
having paid genuine respect

I wait because I've been there
watching those cars drive by
from the burial site or window;
families enroute to a day out
nothing in their world seemingly
shattered or displaced

I wait because Monday comes
nonetheless, followed by the week;
a corporate cog churning nonstop
for quota of productive deadlines
while our mother's dresser
father's recliner, or grandparents'
bobby pins and cardigans
remain as they were left

Or, our son's and daughter's cry
in the delivery room haunting us;
their first kick to the womb
a miscarried memory now
torn between pain and joy
of an empty nest

I wait because we don't forget
your bereavement
the first holiday without them
or birthday, yours or theirs
now absent of presence

I wait until you think
you're alone and forgotten
so you can take comfort
in the condolences
that you're not

I wait because I understand
being a twig on a mighty oak
becoming a branch followed
by the trunk and roots holding
it all together in loss

I wait because I am here for you
and remember their contribution
to Life and Love fondly
whether their legacy be a son
daughter, mother, father
brother, sister, cousin,
aunt, uncle, grandparent
friend . . .

I wait as a dandelion disperses
itself into surviving seeds
of wishes and dreams
~

The best proof of love is trust. ~ Joyce Brothers

I Love You as

​

Limpid

I wait because