The Frozen Road

 Ice bound, the road

arrested in time

is the one that couldn’t thaw

release smells of changing seasons

breathe the hardships, joys

of rain and sun

 

The road immaculate

shadows of dark and darker transparencies

harbors years of buried feelings

held hostage by terror stricken cold

 

Awaits the kiss, melt this stilted ice

defending deepest desperation,

loss of hope

the frozen road of abandonment

tread too early, leads to oblivion

 

Waits for the moment you might return

walk it again at last, bringing

enough ready love, releasing

with every step, more ice

until freed from paralysis

it allows for passage

 

Part of a larger network

of breathing roads

leading one to another

connecting our lives

fearlessly, in the flow

of rain and sun

sheet of ice

On Top Of The World Looking Down

It is a cool and dark space

The top of the world

Not the light filled place

People dream of

Rather continuously overlapping

Shades of Grey, tricking

The undiscerning eye

Into a fog of illumination

Quite like heat In the Desert,

but for my Eye

These shades tell the story

Of lives after lives

The secrets whispered

The fears roared, the pain

Moaned and the Joy sung

From the top of the world

I navigate the calls

For help, the summons

for presence, the commands

to attention.

From these heights, I long

At times to descend

Join the chorus of Beauty

And Loss

Hold the extended hand

Caress the sobbing head

Move with the dancing bodies,

That I too, should be of this flesh

Know the taste of water

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Cesar Must Die

Blood Bound

my love

Runs deep

I breathe in your breath

Move in your shadow

Your clothes,

the striped Shirts

multi-colored

Bowties – your smile

my smile

*

You stand we all look up

You speak we listen

Fight and Struggle

With your Obstinate

Convictions

And hidden desperation

You are both

man and god

Too mercurial to be the father

We seek

*

Cesars too must die

once they are done conquering their world

incessantly marching, declaiming

they lose strength, tire, abate

Objective Reality

seeps in

like gas overtaking

Limb by limb

anguish subsides

*

Worthy your Vision

Momentary your Life

you too my Cesar, moved on

and are missed

*

Painting by Frances Oberbeck

Painting by Frances Oberbeck

Walking Volcanoes

Walking Volcanoes

Stand Tall and square

Their movements are large

and for the most part

they are on the quiet side

Until pressure builds

black and white merge,

the grey world seeps in

confusion ignites

the fear of control loss

a self fulfilling prophecy

sparks itself off

Unexamined rage

kept at the bottom of the well

rises, such lava unhindered

stronger than the volcano’s

humanity, it takes over

There is no amount of reasoning

there is nobody home

just molten lava

spewing in all directions

And when it is all over

it never happened.

Miranda

Photograph by Yaron Rosner

 

Thresholds

images-2Beautiful hand painted wood,  Scalloped Designs

rich paisleys, Fleur de Lys

Ornate and golden

Stern metal, a shelter

Stone carved, cool but reassuring

Then there is the cave,

The edge of the lake

The train stations

The dojang floor

Thresholds, the first step crossing onto a journey

Unknown mostly – unexpected surely

The defining moment is the step

irreversible Once made,

the entrance fades

the choice of a moment

for better or for worse

but always a choice

the thresholds of our lives

the markers

and then there are those of us

who choose never to choose

also a choice

who stand,

 look in, shift

from one foot to the next

whine, judge, lament

grow bitter for having always remained outside

of Life

teetering, missing, fearing