Trees at Midnight

Let's look at the trees at midnight

and remember who we are

breathless

let us try

outline our bodies upon those huge trunks

and wonder at the stars being so far from this ground

Who are we

really

in this spin of a world

this senseless rotation

what did Venus whisper at the moment of our birth

how were the trees then

Let's retrace our nameless selves

finger to finger

a dance of being

here

Beings of wonder

dancing with Love

The Unsaid

The woman appeared from the dark street

as old as the night, clad in black

'I have nothing, doctor,' she said

My heart stopped as I dropped through time and space

'I will give you my bones, as much as they can sustain you. Here is my blood so that it gives you new life. I will tear my soul's path to place it in your direction. That which is mine can be yours.'

All this I did not say

I walked by silent

The pleas of the countless

the anguish of the living

the impossibilities of the poor