Enormous and round rose the great mountain Gray-green with pine and oak and granite. Towering, a huge tortoise shell hides its hot heart within. Static? Hardly. Just slow. No human can grasp its growth; Too slow to catch the eye and So great it becomes background; Yet it has survived fiery summers and has weathered ages of wind and waters that scar its surface. It grows and moves, and it will survive man and all surface life. Itís hot rock blood will flow for eons, far below, beyond our reach.
Rigid white stones, which once stood tall as a white tower Overlooking the world from their distant perch, † Are discolored with age; Dissolved into yellow sand squeezed between the toes of a toddler by the sea.
For three and a half long days I lay under siege from my loneliness, Reinforcing my walls with words - Stacking stones of Spanish lessons layered with mortar from memorizing poems. But always there are gaps, And depression is deadly accurate. The slightest interstice is a gaping vulnerability, and this foe lies in wait in the darkness. It sees the slightest hint of exposed light where the inner heart fire glows And that is where itís fiery dart will fly, Itís soft metal accumulating where it strikes, weighing down the worker. How much longer can I...
The longest night has come and gone, and days will slowly lengthen until the days of early dawn when sunlight's power will strengthen, to warm the earth and seeds below and wake new life from sleeping there underneath a quilt of snow from winter's icy weeping. New growth begins, in spite of cold, Forgetting frosty darkness, Then flowers bloom and spring takes hold Adorning winter's starkness. For now, the nighttime comes too soon And morning comes too late. It's barely bright even at high noon, So I will rest and wait ...
When I'm clean, no one sees me No one remembers I'm there.
When I'm clean, I become an invisible threat to the unobservant who run into me and rebound with shame.
It's only when I'm marred with smudges smeared across my face that people tend to notice me -and with disdain
Dirt collected over the years in all possible corners and edges. Scratches and scars visible to all unless my face is kept veiled, or is replaced. Thinness and thickness analyzed and commented upon as if that were the most important quality I had to offer.