Contentment

People talk about contentment, like if you got there
You could move in, like a cozy home.
But really, contentment is a moment in time
It makes you want time to stop,
You stand frozen in a moment of crystal clear bliss
For a second or two and then everything,
Death, sickness, disaster, suffering,
It all continues.

Lost and Found

Why is it called a lost and found?
Some discarded jacket, waiting in a bin,
Some neglected dog, for a place to lay his head,
Some foster boy, for a real mom and dad.
Will they ever be found or only relocated.
I guess some people and things are found.
But when you come home, is it ever the same
As that blissful day before you were lost?
Can your heart love in the same way?

Reasons for Believing

So many leaves
God inspired origami
Infinite shades of green,
Thick and thin,
Delicate and waxy.
Branches mottled,
Wrapped in lichen-inspired bark,
Shaped by the teeth of elk. 

Abundance of sea shells,
Sculpted by wind and water,
Tiny internal residents
Turning out meat and pearls,
Minute factories in
Shades of pink and peach,
And sometimes darkness.

Myriad eye-catching stones,
Round or jagged,
Inclusions and brightness,
Composition, hardness
Driven by internal physics
Christened by exposure
An inert celebration.

Butterfly with wings
So clear, I see through them
Like a window. A splashy tree frog
In Tinkertoy yellow and blue,
Climbing trees on sucker feet.
An unexpected field of pink grass.
Snakes sliding gracefully on the surface
Of primordial lakes so deep
We cannot fathom
How they came to be.

The coming and going of rain.

Chrysalis

From icy winter
The flower blooms
The trees bud
The river rushes
Growth ensues.

Unconditional Love Is Not Credible

You don't understand.
I am not sad that you don't love me.
I expected that.
I am sad I no longer have permission
to love you.

How do I tell you you are beautiful,
And kind and loving?
How do I comfort you?
These are no longer credible
things for me to say or do.
It is like drinking coffee
From an empty cup.

You have rejected me.
I should dislike you now.
But I don't.

Tired of Waiting

Responsibility curls around me
Like the petals of a great flower
Leaving me in darkness.
In theory the petals should open
Letting in light and grace,
But its still dark in here
And I am still waiting.
The critical question
Edging all my thoughts,
What if the flower never opens.
I could have given up years ago
Saved all that effort.

Consequences

I don't want to change.
It would break the hearts
Of those who love me
Just as I am
Right now.