i guess now i have to haul
ass on my own. my dog, my tree,
my home, my life. all put away,
in the chambers of my heart.
damn it woman. how can it go on?
i chase your scent, the ring in your
sound. the laugh in the rain, the pound
in your heart. and there i stand.
though broken i am not. i never said anything
to this thought. but you who made me whole,
when i said i could no more. you made me move.
in a direction in front of me.
the wind walks on rice paper. no trail of
you i see. footsteps in the river of
forgiveness washing me free, today and forever.
this is what you left for me.
as i sit alone in this bed of
my own humanity. i feel your touch of love
and there is a 6 a.m. in every hour. you are
in the sun, the moon, the stars, the fog.
you are in the laughter of my
sons and the tenderness of my daughters.
your steel of spirit in the doves on
city cables. in the potted sage.
put me in my proper place,
when you receive me in His kingdom.
until then coffee and cigs;
6 a.m. in life unrepentant.
-to Jane and Hank-