Space                                                                  May 2009

Reflections, in a pool,

I am weightless.

I seek outer space,

and instead find inner peace.

I want to float without

the weight of knowledge.

I let the rain wash over me—

buoyant in a pool

that fluctuates and flutters.

My body sinks

in plain air— en plein air—

but glides in a bath

that is my escape,

my inner cape.

I am almost nearly covered

by this clear fluid.

This crystal palace

where color hovers,

mirrors in a pool.

Finding sanctuary,

I am disappearing.

My knees knock at each ivory-colored

side, open wings

to the floating below.

I see the feathers curl

naturally, when relaxed,

as I hover in a pool.

I see myself, mesmerized by warmth

and fluid embraces.

Laying back, I am cradled,

rocked when my body wants to be.

Still, not-with-standing or

juxta-posing,

but just floating,

until,

I pull the plug.

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Tension                                                     December  2005

I want to

break away,

my face upon a kite,

as I fly away,

from this place that holds me tight,

continuously.

The sun will warm me,

disarm me,

never harm me.

And perhaps she will melt

the tethered edges

of my tail that keep me

wound.

Bound to a post,

I billow,

arching  myself against the sky,

searching for a secret plan.

I am in a dreamer’s land--

hopeful open seas

that swallow up what others

need from me.

And as I soar, flapping nylon wings

--strong from solar energy--

break free from where I have been

docked below.

It is only as the apex of my body

fights to stay afloat that I remember

the paradox of freedom.

Without being held down, I have no one

to pull away from.