Just as I looked to the sky coming off the escalator up from the Metro at Arlington Cemetery, I saw it.   It was the “hole in heaven” that I saw the evening before Mom left.  But here, now, in Washington DC’s blueness, the hole was back, but this time with a sliver from a rainbow shining forth within. …

(T)here is this embracing,
flesh of lace… holding…
onto all now Here –
(T)here is No (t)heir.

No outside to map
(W)here we are;
We Sketch our patterns
In fabrics of fiction.

An over-Sized bed
Sleeps three together;
Seamless spannings
Seem (n)ever to touch.…

I held your hand as you went on your way,
He hugged your spirit as you struggled to rise
You took so much with you…or so it seems
A strange fullness in halls of empty silence…..

We find you everywhere….and nowhere…both at the same time
You grow the garden and water the cheeks
A rock, a stone, a tribute – such a mystery….…

Where is the place we live…
this foreign land
that slept in slumbers of familiarity
for so many eons?
Yet we awaken
with a strange light
and our faces
fall short
of closeness
in the mirrors
of other’s times.

There is a smallness
in the heart
that turns back on itself
and searches for a source…
folds and folds
enfolds
a warm blanket now cold
with dew
 of a dawn
odd
in sensation
yet
this is our home…

written 9/29/16 from a an improvisation of spoken poetry

 …

Dare try tame a soul created
As if any look fully perceives
Molecules of vibrancy that joust
And meet anew every moment

 By any other name – call me nameless
 One verse alone cannot sing a song
As sweet a melody to the ear
The key will change in dissonant chord

Hold familiar with looseness
To not stifle the breathing
As winds of ardor respire
From nostrils of nascent kindness

Love the tune, suffer the singing
As birds pause the wing to light the wind
Stars twinkle in death and life
Teaching our eyes the three in one

                                                                                                                                tpt  9/11/16…