streaming consciousness, 22.01.08

cyclists
spin threads of truth
you are. the wheel's spoke, You Are
(dis)coursing through and through to you and you and me and you and back and forth and up and down
cycling. toward You
please God,
hold us near to You.
please God,
keep us fastened
because
it's pain enough to stick it out alone,
broken-winged,
roofless and wet.
please God,
You Are

draft

behaving like winter has come

all i can see is red,
lined with the trim of envy


love, dont you see that the pond is dark today
today
when all of yesterdays
the grass glowed green with health and breath

today, love
the wind blows grey sheets into our vision,
like blinders that make us see
where we cannot be weak

and you, behaving like winter has dawned,
when i just said that january is green
Our january was green
but when you act
unseasonably cold

this dark pond expands to endless ocean.
and love,
do you see today
that the white gulls fly apart from black geese

because they heard it, like me,
that you declared the time to be winter
in a january that Once
was green


vl, england