From Spiritus

ELEVATION

This is not the time to winter-over, hunker down

it is not the chill from the sill that summons up

what lies sleeping inside you

but the snow-cap is waiting to expose

the secrets eating at you in your silence.

This is not the time to dream away or sit and

sort meaningless messes stacked high within

the walls of your dusty trunks,

prevailing winds will blow your tidied mountains

of suffrage and homage.

This is the very instant in which you feel too weak

and preoccupied to lunge deep and swing high.

Be destined for the productivity of

your contribution to things taking place

without you.

because it matters that you are present

and like the mountains, you are not exempt from

standing simply because you feel wind-whipped.

Someone needs your elevation.

From Acquiesce

ICE IN OCTOBER

 In slight retreat of your fingers

I lie quaking beneath the gap

Of your emotion and my own senses

Still not understanding

Beside your glance now overridden

With deep kisses I cannot find your hand

Resting tightly against my back

I can see the mood as it changes

Falling into and away from me

You dishevel more than my hair at midnight

And morning snow on the tin roof

Cracks louder than ice in March

And I watch the shape of your heart fold

Into the paper crane I do not know how to make