Always Giving

Always Giving

Remember

The anticipation

You felt

When your arms

Were new

And sprouting

Above legs

That habitually

Went against

The law

Of gravity

And won?

The greatest gift

Was on the way

And once

Opened

The world

Would never

Be the same

Eventually

Disappointment

Toys broke

Games became

Boredom’s tools

There’s only one

Gift

All gifts

Merely

Wait patiently

And point

Up the road

To the glowing

Horizon

Where

Anticipation

Burns

Without end

And you are

 Always

Opening

Always

Squealing

With delight

Because

You play

On a

Trampoline

Woven from a thread

Of infinite variation

Bread

Bread

Today I wish to bake bread
I want to measure
And pour
Perfect peace
To inhale motes of flour
Suspended in warm sunbeam
I must need this
The softness between my fingers
A place for my head
To lose itself
In the swirling grains
Of forgetfulness
Then I wake up
And remember
This is a dream
Like a point of light
That would shoot away
Before you blinked
But is held
By a ballast
Of the ancient smell
Which has brought
Comfort to sick hearts
Filled empty bellies
And gathered people
To the hearth
Like a plump mother
Radiating love

All You've Been Told

All You've Been Told

Let it go

Breathe

Release the tension

So often we hear

These words

Not empty

In themselves

But rendered

Hollow

By the hollowness

Of the speaker

Disregard

All you’ve been told

The words

Just serve

To uphold

Backdrops

Painted by the blind