Every picture I love taken across some t…
Every picture I love
taken
across some table
Sao Miquel,
Portland,
home
laughing
into the camera.
I love you
most interested
in the person
across the table
even if that person
wasn’t me
but I was
your sister
proud
this man
across the table
was my brother.
Jay Rancourt 8:32 pm on October 12, 2011 Permalink |
From “A Year with Rumi” for Oct 12
What’s Not Here
I start out on this road,
call it ‘love’ or ‘emptiness’.
I only know what’s not here.
Resentment seeds, backscratching greed,
worrying about outcome, fear of people.
When a bird gets free,
it does not go back for remnants
left at the bottom of the cage.
Close by, I’m rain. Far off,
a cloud of fire. I seem restless,
but I am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble. The roots are still.
I am a universe in a handful of dirt.,
whole when totally demolished.
Talk about ‘choices’ does not apply to me.
While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhere lost in the wind.