autumn cherrywine

maybe this hurricane
will bring forth enough rain
to stir bittersweet memories
churn them so they sit like sugar grain
upon a glass
perhaps there won’t be enough rain
to wash that last bit of pulp away
apricot and lime
what time could have been
if you and i learned
exactly how we came to create
autumn cherrywine
and why you
still wear it upon your lips
in the pictures you have left me

sentimental pausing

i entertain notions
ideas if you will
during these calls that find you
just before bed
and me looking at evening
dabbing itself with the makeup of streetlights
and lazy clouds
i wonder
if you’re twirling an errant curl
as you listen to me ramble
lips that shyly toyed with mine
parted slightly
i imagine
you stretched out, rubbing soft soles together
with chamomile lotion
waiting for that moment
where you can bask in serendipity
and smile softly
while i entertain these notions
framed by the gentle jazz
of your conversation

cape of sunset

when the day turns to violet and dust
there, decorated by street lamps
you rest regally
the wind plays a flute song
filling in the cavities
a man with desire has
with hand-wrought lead, brown sugar
and verses written by the waiting pucker
of your lips
let me hold you
as the cape of sunset
twirls behind your hair
and let us close our eyes
so that song begins
with verses written by the meeting of our lips
one that people will hear
only when we mention the other’s name

as i add another year…

another year older, another year better.

this Sunday is my birthday. (insert cheers and noisemaker
sound effects here) for the past couple of years, it’s taken
on more meaning. there’s always an outstanding lesson i move
forward into the new year with. and this year, that lesson is
summed up in three words: ‘triumph over transition’.

when you think about it, life is full of transition. you don’t
realize it on your day to day movements, but it’s there. time
moves on, with or without you. and it’s about how you choose
to walk with it. i spent some time in the past couple of years
being down. i had my share of feeling abandoned, not feeling
worth anything. depression. i know that my circumstances were,
and are different. i began to really look at them. and i found
i had a lot more to be grateful for than to be sad about.
even in these past couple of years, i’ve done a lot. had a lot
of laughs, great experiences. i’ve allowed myself to ask myself
tough questions, and sit with the answers. i’ve let people go
’cause i needed to. i’ve gotten a gang of grey hairs. shed a
few necessary tears. gotten to know good people. reconnected
with old friends. went to war on fear. turned poetry into bread,
and sorrow into scotch and jazz. living. and for a brother in
these United States, that is hard to do and still flash a
smile and laugh in the face of all those who’d sweep you away
with the crumbs. in short, the triumph is that i’ve been broken
down but i haven’t been truly broken. and it’s thanks to the
insistent and consistent love of family and friends, my faith
and will that this is the truth i walk with.

triumph over transition. that’s the wisdom for this time. and
i can only hope and work towards etching that truth into my
spirit, no matter what happens. i think i’m well on my way.
thank you for reading this, and i hope that you’ll be able to
make that a reality for yourself too, if you haven’t already.

until the next time…