rain calls up
and wondered if he
up on the mountain
while I'm snug and dry
what if I called him,
maybe I need to listen
to the drips on the leaves,
the vibrations of the earth
he answers with
fingers on my back,
bit by bit,
I can hear dad now
a poem is a lump of wood that holds the door open - GRANT MORGAN
life is close to death
balance comes from being wobbly
does your heart ache like mine?
yeah, probably
what are we learning today?
what makes a tree keep growing?
i have to stay here now
while you, my love, keep going
how can I write
about climbing?
my body moves up
my pen moves down
over the rock
over the page
the regular pauses
are the same
searching for a handhold
the right word
a crack to place protection
a feeling to hold my heart
the blank rock
the empty page
the line of weakness
the easier way
the easiest way is
not do it at all
not delve your thoughts
not risk a fall
that leads nowhere
we learn nothing new
fear cannot be conquered
but can teach us something true
upstream
set your hopes afloat
on the river
let them sail away
to deliver
a message of love
downstream
wake up my dear
from your troubled dream
i won't
see you again
i hear your voice
now and then
yesterday
we were a team
now i'm walking alone
upstream
Long way together
You woke me in the morning.
You got me out of bed.
We ran a long way together,
then you let me go ahead.
Where this path goes now
I don't really know.
You said, "I have to leave you."
So for now, I'll let you go.
there's a growing feeling
that i may not be
the first human
to feel sad
after rain
water wriggles its way
creating and following
a path
how can sadness
be old and new?
choose one or the other
for fuck's sake
when the land
takes me back
how will it know
my name?
hands will remember
and perhaps
we'll hold
each other with love