Poems
Lady Bug
I saw a Lady bug today.
Red and speckled
I believe it saw me too.
What was a Lady Bug to think
Of the girl so near?
What was the bug to say
To a girl she knew nought
So we nodded to each other
And went our separate ways.
Labyrinth
A beginning and an end
Twisting, curving, changing again.
A pause, perhaps, a stop
But always again a start.
Baggage unwieldy in this twisting maze,
And when it's dropped give praise.
Guardians to watch hauting progress,
When that goal reached give thanks
In the end, merely turn around
We will walk this path again.
Mountains
I have seen Mountains crumble, fall slowly into hills.
For this soul is old, so old, though this body be young.
The hands, so smooth, a baby's hands, should be callused, so callused, from decades of toil, in fields from Mississippi to Rome.
This face, so fair, like snow, should be burned from the sun of a thousand lands, til it turns to leather.
These feet, so unspoiled, unused, have walked thousands of miles from the East to West, crying all the way.
I have seen mountains crumble…and only my eyes show it.
Blood
The precious liquid spills out,
draining slowly,
ruby in the painful light.
Wishes to the contrary my gaze is drawn again and again,
to the tube filling with the essence of my life.
Deep inside the seemingly innocent liquid
lies the marker that makes me different than most and leaves me in agony.
Deeper still is the code that creates all that I am in this life.
But though the ruby drops hold the creator of my brain and my body
it has no control over that more ancient than any creation of flesh and blood.
The soul that learns from the pain of this life
will go on and in a century, two, or five that will feel like seconds,
will find something that will conquer the dominating little droplets.
My soul, created by the greatest creator will win over this paltry blood
But not today.
Another tube is added.