One Moonlit Night

When I first learned ecstasy could be found
on the other side of moonlight I thought of you.

Remember the rule of our love falling out of the sky?

Doing unto you.  Having done unto me. 
Both dropped away on that night
when even the cicadas ceased their chatter
to listen to the sounds of our passion.

Yes, there will always be those who would
build up rigid walls of dogma around
meaning and have God all to themselves.

We knew on that moonlit night long ago
the intention behind how the stars move
and, shivering, turned our distant gaze
within each other's eyes into a dance.

First Blessing

We receive our first blessing when
the boy living down the street
asks us to be his girlfriend.

My daughter came inside for the evening
glowing with all future possibilities
embraced into the joy of being cared for.

She shared the unexpected news
before taking off her shoes and we danced
together with the front door still open.

How many times have our hearts
been made whole and for how long
do we frolic before laying our heads down?

Surrounded by Sunlight

Tears dropped in the wilderness
clear a space for the fertile craving
to return home.

Not much changes from year to year;
perhaps the peace of some small movement
into what used to be a dark space surprises us.

We ask, What was that all about?  A time
for suffering to mark all suffering in the desert?

Our gifts create temptation and 
there is a difference between
being loved and loving and looking
at a loved one standing beyond the
bright surrounding sunlight.

A Love Letter

I said, "I have decided to give my life
the title 'Extreme Experiments.'"

She said, "Funny, I don't consider
myself extreme or experimental."

I said, "But you have given me
the possibility to recognize
a grander perspective."

She smiled.  "Two people.  Peculiar
lives.  Some shared space and time
spent in each other's arms makes
all the difference."

I smiled, too.  "I had no idea this
conversation was going to turn
into a love letter."

She said, "As one brilliant mind wrote,
'We complex people cannot retreat
to blockish simplicities.'"

Then two she-bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. – 2 Kings 2:24

Lover of all,
who sends the rain and the sun
and the shine of the stars
and the bears out of the woods,
define "love" or "Love";
for some would consider a mauling
a "loving" act for wanton name-calling
against your anointed prophet
and others, horrified, denounce
your creation crying, There is no love.


to lean back against the one i love
and feel weariness and worries
soften into wonder

to lower the volume of my own
heart's hate and breathe into
the questions

to see that all things have two

to apologize for callousness aimed
at sounds of rejoicing different from 
those I make

to forgive

to allow flourishing

I will remember their sin no more. – Jeremiah 31:34

Rememberer, who writes with a finger
of fire on our forgetful hearts,
do not depart from us when 
we no longer look back on 
the days that are surely coming,
for we cannot see what is written there
on the hearts of others and, confused,
continue to confound remorseful
contrition with wounding indifference.