Compression

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They say compression therapy works

To get the swelling down

Drain the fluids that cause pain.

Racism, lymph

and stagnant lies,

All of a piece they seem.

 

It isn’t even

It isn’t easy

Welts and pain

Where the bandage binds.

What a relief to rub them out

For a moment’s rest

Before engaging once again

 

Weep with me

Work with me

Keep the pressure up

Drain the stinking swamp

 

 

 

 

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The Sore

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There is a sore

Deep underneath the skin

Of our sweet planet

 

It has been there forever

Back before the dinosaurs,

One of Evolution’s many mistakes

 

Don’t blame it on God

 

Inflammatory markers

Offered warnings

But the sore festered and grew.

 

Weeping out its poison

An infectious despair

A cancer in our souls

 

We need to lance the wound

Add the antibiotic salve

Bandage the broken hearts

 

Don’t blame it on God

 

We are the physicians here

And we must learn

To heal ourselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Marched All Night

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I marched all night in my dreams

I carried on though my legs burned

With a fury that matched

The rage that filled my soul.

I woke and wept

And then dreamed again

Of justice love and care.

Tell me now

When will this nightmare end?

Circulation Blues

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My legs have hard places

Where blood refuses to flow

Dark knots of veins

Weary from their work

And the weight they have carried

For so many years

 

How exhausting it is

How terrible the pain

When our precious hopes

Are clogged by the anguish

Of thickening despair

 

 

Keep moving they say

Wiggle your toes

Elevation is the answer

Go high as you can

Over the hate we can soar.

Circulate the love.

 

 

 

Dried Flowers

 

 

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Like a shroud,

Like a shield,

A damp beginning

In soggy ground.

 

What seed lies buried

In this Mystery

Deeper than truth?

The sharp spade

Of time, of patience

Prepares the ground

So our dried flowers

Our parched hopes

Might bloom again.

 

A New Year

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Every year of my life

So far at least

Has brought sweet surprises

Little packages of joy

Found among bundles

Of disappointment and regret.

I have seen the sunshine

As floodwaters receded.

Weak from a downpour of grief

Chilled by winds of despair

I have found a hand

Reaching out with comfort

And love.

 

Let the years roll onward

As they will

As they must.

The hills seem higher

My body is weaker

But my spirit is strong

Sometimes I get weary

But I remain unafraid.

 

 

Happy Birthday, My Love

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The miracle didn’t happen

Two thousand years ago

On a cold night

With stars, shepherds, angels

And little drummer boys

No, the miracle happened

Sixty years ago and seven

When a red-headed girl

Was born

Not in a stable

But in New York City

How lucky we are

How lucky I am

That our paths crossed

And crossed again

Weaving our hearts together

Counting our lucky stars

Happy birthday, love of mine

Your birth was a miracle

And your light shines

So bright in my life

Blessing me and our world

 

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Solstice

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The sun shattered in the sky today
A piñata of stars rained down
The lone last leaf fell long ago
But the scent of pine remains
The snow sparkles with fairy dust
As hope’s child again appears.
The dawn of life is reborn once more
From the warm embrace of the moon
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Solstice Snow

Like a white veil

It coats the ground

Falling soft like ashes

From an ancient fire

The dark is long

The days grow short

Rest more easy

In the winter

Knit your sorrows

Into a shroud

Bury them beneath

The falling snow

Feed your fire with embers

Of your patient

Hopeful dreams.

The sun will come

The earth will turn

Green will be

Reborn.

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Waiting

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Oh, that I could slough my skin away

Like a snake and be reborn.

Old scars,  memories, and pain

Left behind in a scaly heap.

 

Lizards lose their tails

And the lost baggage

Throws their balance off,

But only for awhile.

 

New tails grow

Long and deep as roots

They balance on the fulcrum

Of unexpected paths

 

And tender skin scales over

Protecting the old wounds

Providing cover as they reflect

The rising of the sun.

 

Waiting

We are waiting

For our metamorphosis

For our resurrection.

 

The Gift

 

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Wrap it up

Carefully

Using two-sided tape

To hide the flaws

The blank white paper

Waits underneath

The shiny paper

Reflects the fading light

Of this dim world

 

You don’t have to wait

Until Christmas morning

To open your gifts

Rip off the paper

And let them fly

Into a world

That needs wonder

And surprise