Granted

   Have you looked outside?

   You won’t know how it really is

   Until you do
 

   It’s so cold

   Just those two cardinals

   Making their rounds

   And otherwise quiet

   No wind, no commotion
 

   When you’re out there

   Will you look back in?

   So much of me, what you can see, is granted

   Rooted in love

   Flowering too much

   Reproductive, unstoppable

   When seen and touched by you

   It’s true 

 

   Something, though, is not granted

   Something I’m saving
 

   My life’s more spent than not

   And I live for others now, most days 

   But I’m saving this

Full Circle

Our leaves have fallen.
A boy wears his coat to school
at last, though unzipped.

We can see our breath.
Pumpkins top the compost pile.
I should be content.

Math

Let us consider a system of nonlinear ordinary equations.

Let us determine the values of the control parameters.

Let us divide the wheat from the chaff.

Let us use math with each other.

Or we could multiply, be fruitful, be breathless and naked.

You could let me see the hair on your arms, chest and back,

let me grapple with a body that is pushy, misshapen or fat.

Is the beast in you heathen or noble?  I don’t care. 

But I want to know.

Let us go back to the main equation.

What matters is that we are solving for X,

where X is not how or why you make me tick.

X is something within and beyond all that.

think

    strongly desire is the clue
    crave I think

    and right away
    I'll be thinking in pen
    how there's something about you
    in these five letters here
    and something about me

    how our minds meet with a hard c
    how intimate words have softened us
    how warm you must be, like the sane a
    that rolls from r to forgiving v
    how there are depths in you
    but we've agreed 
    this e can be silent

---

    not so fast
    it's not all that

---

    covet is the answer

    how old
    testament
    is covet

    I know what it is
    to covet, I know
 
    not exquisite
    not excruciating
    not like this

    think again

True note

   Cardinals nesting

   This place that can't be called home

   Has a view of trees

   Whenever I speak

   It is out of proportion

   Much like your silence

   No more symphonies

   If one true note will seal it

   I'm your friend for life

Copy

       You needn't interfere with the poetry, but you do.

       It's the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. 

       I long to 

       please

       hear your confession.

       As written.

       It's not the depth, the breadth, and the height.

       Don't add those commas

       please

       or those definite articles

       for god's sake.

 

       Follow copy.

Smile

     you are not heroic

     once or twice you’ve moved along

     away from a home you love

     toward those wilder places you fear

     once you abandoned all reason

     chose to keep living

     and it wasn’t noticed

     some have a way of watching

     not quite seeing

     they tell you to smile
     do something with your hands
     breathe

     when will you believe?

     remember to smile