Neverlands
Neverlands
“You Could Spend Lifetimes Here”
I spend all summer
Memorizing ridge lines
Mountain tops
Headwaters
Only to forget them all during the cold, long winter
It could be the weed I smoked when I was way too young
Or it could be the mountains playing
Telling me
“Oh just one more summer, then you’ll know it all”
It could be their way of asking me to stay.
How could I dare to disobey?
El Muelle de las Almas
Es un lugar donde las almas llegan y salen
Cuando su corazón pregunta a su mente- “tranquiló” Y luego su cuerpo inhala grande
Una conexión entre la gente que está allá contigo,
Y la gente que ya despidieron
El mar, las rocas, el pasto, los pies, los espíritus Ahora están juntos.
Una entidad completó
Con una corazón tan feliz que las lágrimas.
El Muelle de las Almas.
The Seasons of Home
Idle coasting swaying
First, the mustard sunflowers bloomed
And then the lupine and the larkspur
Followed by the scarlet gilia, the mariposa lilies
Cotton floating through the air
Before that
It was baby aspen green
Rich, ripening grass
Red melting snow
Idle coasting swaying
The fleabane chased after showy goldeneye
And up high it was the biggest columbines and kings crown you could ever hope to find
Gentian swirled and fireweed popped
Idle coasting swaying
Before you knew it the grass was turning into straw
The rabbitbrush bloomed with a vengeance
The meadows erupted into vibrant green and orange somehow at the same time
The aspen began to twinge with yellow
And the morning briskness winked at you, whispering “you know what’s coming”
One morning you woke up
To the valley on fire
Vibrant vibrant orange everywhere
And somehow the sky seemed even more blue
But the rainstorms called for beanies and warm fireplaces
To be able to sit and watch the process
Observe absorb accept reflect
To listen and feel the change of the wind
You learn the curves of home
You fall in love with her highs and lows
You try to memorize her transitions
You lean in—
I think this is what commitment looks like
You choose to sit and watch
You choose to be a part of it all
The Day It All Changed
A boy with curly hair drove by
With his head sticking out the window
Like a puppy dog
I smirked as I passed by
Until I saw his eyes
Filled with wonder and magic
Struck at the beauty surrounding him
My smirk disappeared into a deep breath
As I saw his life and dreams transform
Right before my eyes
Pura Vida
Costa Rica demands tranquility
In the most subtle of ways
Like a mother telling you it’s time for bed
A final calling with a kiss atop your forehead
The roads beckon you
To enjoy the journey
Birds and insects singing to you
Begging you to slow down
Everything above you and below you
Quivers from the excitement, contentment
Of existence, of life
The water cascades, trickles, roars
Around you, toward you
The sky and water
Blending the line of the horizon,
Of everything and nothing
The people so kindly caring, guiding, providing for you
With a smile that says “con gusto”
And eyes that shine with pura vida
It takes you under your eyelids
Asks you to find the light in what’s below
Because your breath belongs amongst the beings
In the tranquility of rich reciprocity.
Ride The Bus
Do you ever think
You could be on a bus forever
Where you watch the earth pass by
No commitment
Building stories for the blurry frames
With a destination set
And a past point of standing
But just in the space in between
Savoring the moment of being
Of movement
Excitement for what’s to come
Gratitude for what’s been
But at some point
That bus will stop
Where you jump off
In a place unknown
Now reborn with responsibilities
No faraway dreams
The stark understanding of presence
Your feet ready to carry you
Yet your mind frozen lost unready
I hope you find the strength
To get off the bus
The unknown calls for you
And sometimes
Your feet are all you need
To find a new belonging
Life is not meant for the passive
Window watcher
But to breathe walk feel experience
It is worth the discomfort the danger
trees talking
leaves love
the roots so much
that a day of porous sun
trades a new moon droplet.
stems simper
over sturdy trunks
to deliver the blood
of summer solstice
to swallow
the shadows of a long night.
the phyta fevers
for its last ginkgo
sighing “severed scars”
to her sisters
as the golden forest
rains to the ground
matrimonially.
stars and sun
compete for devotion
a pando planet-aligned motion
of green, blue, yellow, and brown.
harmony, reciprocity.
unceasing linguality.
sacred mutuality.
as leaves laugh to each other
“i think the humans would understand more,
if they chose to talk less
and listen hard.”
Have you ever heard a silent forest?
In The Desert
The formations of stone
Tell us of stories and timescales
Too immense to comprehend
To sit in wonderment and staggering
At these creatures of dust, fire, water, wind
Are we staring at the gods?
In That Moment
In that moment
No lightning bolts or camera clicks
No autographs or life changing twists.
No a ha’s or this is it’s
Usually just twilight.
Epiphanies sit in the clouds
Fuzziness surrounds
Mist slowly drifts off the ground.
Light fades, hearts change
The sun rises all the same.
Don’t forget the blue hour understanding.
A Summer Day
It was the summer of asters
And men whose names began w C
It was the summer of shedding past identities and insecurities
It was the summer of chaos
And unfamiliar rainy days
It was the summer of bluegrass and dirty feet
And hippy dresses and glitter