To My Guardian Angel

Eyes baptized in tears,

she excised herself from all the years

that divide me from the final vision,

washing air empty, concealing collisions

with invisible bodies and faces.

So I drifted through seemingly vacant spaces,

swinging fists, clawing the wind,

cursing the absent breath. And I sinned,

yes I sinned, in thinking myself alone,

for all my punches pounded your bones

and pierced your spirit, my unseen friend,

black-eyed and broken-armed. And in the end,

bathed clean of my hate, I will meet you face to face,

you who absorbed my rage, and we will share in love’s embrace.

Communion 2

                                  There is a sea collapsed; its splinters surround us.

                                  There is the worn trap of time, and aren’t we restless.

                                  There is the weather inside us in motion,

                                  lightning over our ocean…
                                           - “Bells Aloud” by Castanets

Seek me,

please seek me—

freeze the rain in midair,

slip between the drops, and meet me

there in motion stilled—if only for an instant.

Find me,

come find me

away from others’ eyes,

and twirl the paused droplets there—

suspended prisms spinning with their dizzy dancing light.

Still me,

softly still me

away from my own eyes—

calm my heart when the falling restarts,

and keep its beats constant in this water-world’s bombardments.

Second Rainfall

In the rich, thick light after the storm,

when the wind rocks the rain-laden leaves,

the trees release a second rainfall.

I hope his breath dislodges the drops

of water that bathed me as a babe,

washing me anew in his wind’s wake.