TAKING THE LEAP


bringing all of my courage to bear
taking the deepest, sweetest breaths I can.
feeling around with my hand
for another one to hold.

there is no way
I am taking the leap
alone.

the water that I covet so much
is much too deep.

but it’s so inviting and warm,
enticing and seducing me like a woman
whose embrace I’ve always sought.

will you do the dive
make the plunge
and take the leap with me?

I’d feel better
if you did.

TIMELESS

Who knows how long it’s been
Since we last spoke to each other,
Looked each other in the eye,
And smiled for each other?

Who knows?

Maybe a year.
Maybe yesterday.

But you see,
We’ve been a part of each other
Since the dawn of man.

We were there for each other
When philosophers carved on marble
And emperors wore robes.

Our bond is as strong
As a tree
That has outlived us
Eight times over.

No matter how many days
Or weeks
Months or years
We don’t see or hear each other

I always know that you are there.

We are timeless
In the truest sense.

Think of that.

Timeless.

THE SPOTLIGHT

And now the Spotlight is yours.
The one you’ve worked so hard to bask in.
The one you’ve ached and thirsted for.

And you have earned your place in the Spotlight,
Your moment in the sun.

Every time I hear you sing,
A bluebird flies through my soul
As though sent from the rays
Of the Spotlight.

I have heard you rehearse
And watched you hone your craft.

And now that you’re in the Spotlight,
Bathed in its dazzling glow,
My pride for you swells
Like a balloon.

So take a bow,
Much deserved and well-eaerned.

For as long as you hold the Spotlight,
I will be in the audience,
Cherishing it…

Cherishing you.

Positively Charged

I wish for every

Man, woman, child and beast

The feelings I feel right this minute.

I am positively charged.

I am absolutely electrified.

If you plugged me

Into a wall socket

I could light up

An entire city.

I am brimming with joy.

Overflowing with delight.

The hairs on my arms

Stand on end

As these words come rushing out.

I feel masculine

And feminine

And everything in between.

I could jump and touch the clouds

Or dive five thousand feet

On a single deep breath.

I feel the magic inside of me

The delight like a bubble

Too beautiful to burst.

I am positively charged.

The Victorious Lady

She has reached a point now in her life

Where she is beholden to no one and nothing.

And nothing stands in her way,

And she has worked hard

As a business owner,

A wife

And a mother.

She is efficient

And effective

More so than the men

Who fumble and scratch their heads.

She can do

And has done.

Now she is victorious.

So she kicks up her feet

And lights a cigar.

The smoke dances joyfully

Blown from her mouth

In triumph.

She is pleased

And proud of herself,

The only person she needs

To please.

the idea of surrender

do I know what it means to truly surrender?

have I every really let go?

I don’t know.

why am I attached to an outcome?

dictated by a result?

I ought not to be.

have I ever really let go of the rope?

taken my hand off of the wheel?

I don’t think so.

why the hell can’t I just surrender?

melt into the sand?

let my spine soften and loosen?

and not be in control?

Can’t I for once let my body take over?

let my heart do the talking?

and leave my mind’s whine in the distance?

why does the idea of surrender

raise more questions for me

than it answers?

Because I have not surrendered.

Not in a very long time.

A WIDER WORLD THAN THIS ONE

The thought has crossed my mind

That I couldn’t survive

Past the county line

For more than a day.

I wonder if the world

Is limited to the walls

Of my office.

But when I close my eyes

I want to believe

That there’s a wider world

Than what I see.

I want to open my eyes

And see the waves

Lapping gently on the sand

At Virgin Gorda.

I want to sniff

And smell the lavender

Blossoming and bettering

Provence and Lyon.

When I turn my head

I want my jaw to drop

As it does whenever I go

To Times Square or Sunset Boulevard.

A life of relentless summer

And thudding sameness

Is no life at all.

Wind has to blow

And release the golden leaves.

Snow has to fall

And turn cardinals into beacons.

The world has to be wider

Than the little portion

I see every day.

I just know it.