Danger

We’re warned

about the dangers

of the world —

the heat of fire,

the power of water,

the shifting weight of the wind —

but the world

has never,

never,

wounded me

like the dangers

in my heart.

Lover’s Field

Every morning,

I push out

my love for you,

push it beyond my reach,

until I can no longer feel it.

Every night,

I see it standing in the field

and

hear it coming through the cracks,

closing in for another

suffocated sleep.

 

Peace

You always

look for peace

in me,

like a gambler

places

another

bet,

certain that

this,

this will be the time,

that hope

outwits

your odds.

On Grief

Of course,

we suffer agony

when we lose someone;

how can you not,

when something

crawls out of your heart,

tears through your chest,

and sinks, blood-soaked,

into the soft earth?