We Don't Have to Talk About It

 We don't have to carry it, 

that bulk elephant weight up high

over our heads, screaming urgency.

We don't have to hold it, painted red

all day; cram it into every nook

and cranny of our very existence.

We can just stop and breathe

for a sacred moment; let it be.

Resist the resistance and rest in silence 

for now. See trees' stippled leaves

against blue sky, clean after rain,

and hear the birdsong far above our sorrows.

Faith Remembered

 

I tried the water 

of bone-cold intellectualism

that promised a higher elixir, a better view;

but tasted only vomit, 

the flavor profile of recycled ideas and half-truths.

So I waited for sun to come back again,

to stream a dance of movement

back into the window of my soul, 

to feel the strength I had forgotten.

And found that it was even better than I remembered.