Into the Soul - Spiritual Poetry

These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)

Sunday, April 02, 2006

I Travel Light, She Says...

she lives in a magazine, full time

just adjacent to the impulse buys at the front counter

she watches the vagueries and well-defined lines of human life pass before her eyes

safely tucked behind bent metal wire

beyond a name -- just a smile -- making the most of her two dimensions.

a baby's wandering oceanic eyes --

then a careful old woman

visibly loosening her grip,

nestling a bit closer up against the Great mystery

water drips from somewhere in the storeroom -- but you can only hear that at night when everyone's gone home.

a neon light buzzes blue --- remembering when its molecules were a cicada or antelope fur -- or the creaking bark of a blue spruce, making room for the thin lines of water determined to work their way back up into the heavens

clouds are born

and the asphalt becomes wet -- emitting a curious odor.

She greets the morning crew

as the slight morning breeze filters through the automatic doors

and points her in a slightly new direction

this time facing the chewing gum display

"I travel light" she says...