Cannot

Cannot move, cannot breathe
cannot prove myself
Spring pushes through a broken fence
and whispers to the Shed
"I'm coming soon,and I'll wash you clean..."
Shed listens and shivers with hope
while grass twists and turns
and reaches for the mis-led bees
the bees that cannot
cannot
keep quiet
willing to take the risk
even if they perish for hope
the hope that cannot
Cannot
be misplaced
even in the Dead of Winter

If ...

If I could move with complete freedom and never be sick and never look back in that crooked way but just look
Forward and around with surprise and excellence and
Strength.
Shy when I don’t need to be – lacking the confidence that slipped out of the womb and onto the floor where it was mopped up and sent someplace
No one knows
That when she is screaming and writing that she is doing both – only screaming when she writes for change and challenge and her power
And the beat that is her own
Unquestioned
Unanswered
Her own movement across a sky that she shares with those who Want.
A sky that shapes itself of dreams
Because the movement of flying and leaping from all of the places that are fear into all of the places that are love
Is the answer
Instead of the Question
I am free and my fingers fly and while they may be screaming it is my mind, my heart
That dictates to the secretary
That is me.

All the Ciggy's gone

All the ciggy's gone and good for us too.
They say they're bad, and we know that it's true.
And one day we'll laugh and take a look back
and wonder
at the wonder
that there's no coughing hack.
Just a bit,
a hint
of a time long ago
when we didn't love nobody
like we loved that ol' glow
All the ciggy's gone and good for us too.
All the ciggy's gone, strange, but it's true.