7 minutes (a love poem)

In just seven minutes, I will have to go

So I don’t have a lot of time to write

On idle musings – the (still) sunny weather, the (still) news worthy events

Or what film star is (still) in rehab.

Now only six minutes remain and time is ticking an

And there you are

Perhaps dreaming of another time

Or getting up ready to greet the day

Now only five minutes remain of this present moment now

Beyond the sea, beyond the moon and at the heart of the matter

At the heart of us lies the one little item – one small little thing

In these last two minutes the two minute warning bell sounds

And the epiphany is that as the closck ticks down, to the final moments

3

2

1

That time means nothing as long as I have you.

Water From the Moon

I cleave the rock

Two equal halves , dust

Spills out over worn tan work boots

I hand you the larger half

As you tenderly accept the

Geode like a premature baby, gingerly.

Light dashes off of the blue and purple iridescent crystals inside.

Outside thick grey clouds gather appearing like many rolling geodes

Spilling forth the light of a million stars

Cascading rainbow

Spilling forth the water

From the daughter, the moon.  

The Water Is Wide

The Water is Wide,

Sings the cello

Riding the waves, notes

Reverberating from crest to crest

Water spills into the f-holes and overflows

White caps froth, black

Swells of gail winds

Still the low melodic

Strumming like a

Mother's humming

quelling a child's discord.

The King's Speech

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