Unwanted

We want what’s wanted sharply here and now,
Without regard to if or so or how.
While what’s unwanted lies
Beyond all blunt surmise,
Awaiting fate, heart in fist on brow.

First drafted: 12 August 2016

Underground

We travel together, companions
On separate pilgrimages, praying
To separate gods, alone
In our closeness, smiling
Without sharing the funny, certain
Of timely arrival, indifferent
To prophets, adventures, and miracles, blind
And busy as insects underground.

Flowerbed

The seeds you planted so long ago
Have flowered in my heart,
Made friends with worms and bees.

The long summer when you were there,
The sun gentled, the dust settled
By your fierce kindness.
But the autumn blossomed into winter,
The way our days unfold
Toward death.

The young need loving,
And the old know that nothing
Feeds the hungry young
Earth like yourself.