Last Night

In between traffic noise and unseen neighbors' conversation holy wind in holy leaves sing. Reflections rise up and rival views of vines and cedars as low clouds swift over in luminous lovingkindness. Sparks grace the spaces left among what remains unsaid. This mountain dares us to reach our rough hands into mystery. Hello. Goodbye. Peace.

to discover your needs have been met
by one who loved you before
is a blessing

sometimes pulling back
is the kindest way
to love

an extra day of rest
in hope of healing
as time winds down

eternal combustion
in this city of metaphors
and lost cobbles

maybe it turns
go up, cross over
and then that becomes

painful swallowing
does not prevent
nourishment from entering

search your own stories
for what needs to be told
and tell it

return to this green valley --
our faulty connection will be irrelevant
once the queen arrives