TIC (4/24/11)

They lay together for years,
  one covering the other.
Weathering storms,
  guarding each nite in turns.
Dormant but aware,
  shy yet hopeful.
Then.
They were cut into,
  with surgical precision.
Each and every wall,
  the smell of fresh timber again.
An infusion,
  new life.
Most unexpected,
  circulation restored.
Breathing again,
  their union refreshed.
Joyful.
As they wrestle and move together,
  for another 85 years.

Wine Trains (5/5/11)

He started a year ago,
  to know his thoughts better,
  to hear them,
  to hear him.
No longer enjoying the red nectar,
  aged to glories,
  treasured.

She started a year ago,
  to share His thoughts better,
  to teach them,
  to show them.
Ceasing to delight in the fruit,
  traveling to taste them,
  on sunny days.

Their trains collided,
  most unexpectedly,
  according to plan.
Tracks slowly realigned,
  as they travel together,
  foreward into the new city.
The end up ahead,
  their beginning.

(for Ev and Joerg on their wedding)

There is a place that I return to,
  when all is quiet,
  and I am still
Sometimes it is a long journey,
  other times its an instant away
It has become my place,
  my secret place
I climb to its many peaks,
  each step resting on its steady silence
I breathe it in,
  it fills me and I am whole again
Surveying the lands,
  I plan my next climb

I begin my return,
  a lighter travel,
  its always shorter on the way back
Guided by your hidden smile,
  which I see from afar
A beacon only I know,
  as I fall into the steadiness of your arms
Another day,
  another day together

Statistician’s Dream (4/3/10)

The unexpected
Unpredictable
Outside the model
Triple sigma
Woman of your dreams

cloud (4/1/10)

There was a cloud
  looming overhead
Raining sweet water
  down on me
Casting everything
  in it’s brilliant light
It’s gone now,
  and I can see the stars

for Anni

His hands cradled each piece
  as he fit them together,
  one by one.
Jagged edges pierced his skin as he worked,
  tirelessly,
  carefully,
  relentlessly.
He ran his finger across each broken edge
  before fitting them together,
  and wept.

Slowly it took shape.
Its beauty could be seen with the first few pieces,
  which seemed to fit together better than before.
At some point it was able to hold water
  sparkling,
  clear,
  like morning dew.
It began to pour,
  over feet,
  hands,
  and heads.

The pieces came together faster,
  as it held more and more water,
  washing and renewing those around it.
Soothing burning tongues,
  filling the hunger.
Its light could be seen from afar,
  the beauty imparted by those hands,
  that is in each piece,
  so carefully assembled.

The pieces continue to be put in place,
  growing in beauty,
  and truth,
  and joy.
Crystalline.
Bottomless.
Unbreakable.

real 01

manipulation
asymmetry
reality

soundtrack

When he met her it was like the
end of a movie. A very long movie.
You know the type, where nothing
turned out right. All the pieces
were jagged and left their marks.
Nothing seemed to fit. Right there
you expected it all to come
crashing down. With no solution.
Then the music started playing. By
a band you never heard of. Yet you
vowed to get their album.
As he walked the beats teased his
steps. And it all fit together.
Because it touched him. He didn’t
even know it was there. Until he
turned around and it met him. Face
to face. Staring into his eyes and he
could feel its breath. His lips
moved. And you could make out a
faint utterance. Like soft fluttering
wings fighting against a storm.
You couldn’t quite make out what
he said. But you didn’t need to.
You knew what was next. Events
lined up magnetically. Pointing to
understanding and light. That
glimmer of light up ahead. True
North. And he smiled with his next
step. And so did you.

if (12-28-08)

if

If I could write a poem, filled with
words so beautiful that they would
float to you, swirl around and cradle
you. Penetrate to your innermost
depths and unlock your heart. I
would find them all.

If your heart opens for a song I
would study the greatest composers,
construct the sweetest melody, and
train my voice to serenade you nite
and day.

If you fancy paintings I would fill it
with bold strokes. Bright and sure.
Yellows and oranges. Images that
will make you dance and sing.

If I could captivate you with the
beauty of the universe. Quarks and
leptons constantly spoken into
reality, creating and sustaining all
that we see. Infinities perfectly
matched. I would unify the forces.

If I could do anything to make you
see what I see. What may already be
there. I would do it in a flash. With
gladness.

All I can offer is incense. Rising up
to our God. The creator of majestic
mountains and lush valleys. Words
of hope and surrender.
A poem of sorts.
A prayer.

candle

After three strikes the small candle lit
it soon burned brightly,
with a pure light
filling every corner of the room
they basked in it as they flowed through the many rooms
dancing beside the quiet light
their shadows flickering and blending
moving from room to room
each better than the last
they were delighted,
for there were infinite rooms
but the light only filled one at a time
so they moved from room to room
going where they wished
until it sputtered and soon went out
leaving darkness
and surprise
the candle was gone
and they left
one at a time