my morning forest

my morning forest

is alive with songs

the woodrail and the morpho

blazing azure wings

and the broken clock tempo

of their syncopated melody

blue tanagers flit 

and scour to bring food

back to their baby 

in the bromelia nest 

on the gallisimo tree

their dusty blue wings

and the sonic allure 

of their tweeting

heavy in the forest air

like broken wind-chimes

kissing and piercing sky 

the mild wafting 

of faint smoke and humidity

from a slow burning pile of leaves

the sun creeps its tendrils of light

through the canopy and it 

awakens in a phosphorescent hue of 

glowing green

thriving in primal chivalry

silver threads illuminate in my window 

where the orb spider has woven

her mystical path and ornate design

a symphony of cicadas rises

like deafening flutes

in the key of “f”

i watch with coffee and human glee 

for another day to be here

and be breathing

i feel my air weaving me to the forest floor

damp mineral soils intoxicating

my heart strings becoming entangled 

to the tree roots

so that I can listen intently

to nature’s pulse

amongst the trees

thriving in her sensuous singing

eternally

if you see a man

standing alone

far out at whitepoint sand bar

cast net flung

its braiding over silvery fish

barefeet in the crystal sand –

that is my father

a focused brow

and capable hands

skin sun kissed

by the salted gulf

he’s there throwing dreams

in his net

letting nature soften

his edges by 

a southern sky

as sure as shore

he’ll get it right

on this side of the dawn

the clear waters

reveal sand-dollars

and stingrays glide

like grey discs

the dolphins

and the manatee

water moccasins 

in the black stream

sharks alligators

and flying fish

you are all those things to me

writhing scales

bursting the net

i hope your life

was what you wanted

it to be –

so if you ever see

a gleaming figure

of a man

salmon sunset

barefoot in the salted sea

throwing dreams 

and gathering things

in safe harbor

it’s the man 

he will always be to me

eternally

my father 

paper wing

what else but a decadent moon

glistening light 

off of the paper-wing butterfly

sending messages 

written by stars

on the black veined outline

of her flight

as dark as night’s destruction

like ink from god

you reach for knowing

you fail to grasp

that your ominous existence

is part of the wreckage

that your breathing 

is what is hurting

them all

strangers arms

stranger’s arms

are like an unknown love

unsure that you yet

dislike the other

before the mirror shatters

and the flaws slant

your smiles

to rain over once warmth

a contented slumber

before familiarity

disfigures your

handsome face

before i attach my limbs

only to be slain

before i trust in lips

that only lie

before howls turn

from pleasure to pain

take my hand now

as we drift

uncommon shine

for tara

your light was the most

uncommon shine

built of fire

and wild

in the spiritual realm

the most generous

sparkle of eye

benevolently kind

have truth so staggering

a blazing love

that roared fierce

biblical truth

of god’s fair love

all things goldenly divine

you had access through

the thin veil to god’s world

so poignantly aware

of things no one else knew

the haze of your human-ness

a normal day in your footprints

was like watching a dream angel

come to life

always constant as a flame

you walked to the top

of the mountain

as effortless as breathing

right into jesus’ arms

you graced the earth

just not long enough

with pure beauty and love

the justices that you spoke

and all the things you fought

for while here

i can only imagine the glimmer

in your heavenly crown –

my heart is torn

an empty hole

in a world now where you aren’t

not ready to release you

but i know i have to

when the full moon

woke me and led me to

the stars in the night

there you were

all around me

the light in the wound

the light in the wound

is where I must go

to find what I’m looking for

high noon sun

cast down shadows

rooted trees lift

their frame upward

to touch the warmth 

and feed their leaves

to abundant glow

to reach and yet root 

simultaneously

growing in two directions

i need the deep to know

the undercurrents of things

i need to reach

to obliterate my orbit

to spirit’s length 

unabashedly expansive

tumultuously wrecking

violent flight 

to unknown world’s in my mind

then coming to a place

of peaceful vetting

soft landing

colorfully minded

in brilliant findings

that only facing

my shadow 

could deliver