salvation

germination

poetry

i’m buried
deep in the ground
in darkness and doubt
reaching and breathing
dirt
but knowing there’s
something inside
fed by faith that
will be born when the
time comes bursting
through this brittle
shell shedding
this heavy skin emerging
into the atmosphere until
it blocks the moon creating
a new day from night
its leaves the sky its petals
the clouds its sweet center
smelling of mango
shining salvation.

salvation by breakup and road trip

poetry

for a weekend out
in a borrowed car
we roll up the windows
put the cruse control at 65
and stay in the right lane

cranking the music
we prepare for the best
and drive until neither can
keep an eyelid peeled

stopping only once we’ve made it
to las vegas
new mexico
aka hell on earth

giving up on the camp ground
we settle for a inn with a smoking room
and light our pipes
and turn on the tv to snow

in the morning we make it to the sand dunes
and roll down hills to implant ourselves
face first snow angels in the side of each hill
forgetting our camera we make the trip twice

trying a camp ground again
this time we’re caught in the snow and find
our canned soups only light thanks to duralog
and our final match

turning north we return home at 5am
to refreshed heads
and clear hearts ready for the upcoming
loss which will save me