like a lion

[pictures of my love and thoughts about the present]

so march alights

not with a treacherous roar

but a graceful dusting


white as snow


expectancy tingles in our toes

swells in our scarved throats


we recall winters past

where we come from

some hidden growth


a seed fallen


march’s fullness:

a divine gift within


maybe this could be

life’s answer to

all our distant questions


springing up from the ground

the eighth day of autumn

In that vulnerable voice
you asked me if the quiet
had brought me clarity.

I drove in to work today
and found a rainbow in the sky.

When I search for God,
sometimes it feels like he hides himself.
But today I remember
he breathes his word through
creation, living in us and the leaves
and the wind and the clouds.

When I see a rainbow,
I feel like the new earth is being unveiled,
the seasons are changing, and God still
keeps his promises.

When I think of you darling,
in the midst of all of this,
life’s day-to-day grind,
work and mundane, checklists and meetings,
eating and sleeping and driving,
I know we will last forever.
Our love has full clarity inside of me.

Autumn has caught her grip on us,
pushing us forward, pulling us out
into the rest of what we will be.

Time With You

Would it be any different if I woke
In your arms
On the wrong side of the bed?

Wouldn’t it be better
Than no arms at all?

You’re in my dreams
Even if I’m selling you
Six packs of beer
From my mouth
In delirium.

On my ride home
And away from home
You’re in my thoughts
Seeping into each moment.

And time moves us
Closer to each other

Like the train arriving
At local time
The 3:03
To Kansas City

Like the baby in Palestine
In a cave
Or under a tree
Right when it should be


Like a honeymoon
‘Til the record spins
In circles
Around the bungalow
On the cul-de-sac
In the snow
Melted by our deep red clay
From our younger days

Time with you,
Like a Friday evening in September.


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