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Falling Forward

Your forest feels familiar, friend

I can’t claim to know the way to walk, but I feel forevers echo in each footfall that follows

I’ve been here before, been yours before

I’ve known these woods, those words, this wonder - all by heart

The sparkling seasons sway and swoon in shades of glittering gold and rusted rouge

Painted bright as the sunlight they spent summer soaking in

Leaves lazily loft from aspen arms like petals fallen from the forsythia blazing behind the barn

Love me now or love me not, darling, it wouldn’t change a thing

I took you to my hiding place to show you what I’d found

The odds and ends of french braid afternoons sat surefire in silence to see me swing

Back and forth to the tune of some lost little lullaby

I think you must have been there even then, but you are so much brighter than I remember, baby

I’ll wear that light in my ribcage until my bones are reborn roots

If I am blessed enough to be born again with branches, I’d like for someone to hang a rope swing from my strongest spot

Somewhere soft where she can sit and swim in someday

Until that day arrives

Until home is your heartbeat beneath my cheek

Until I take you to my hiding place, to show you what I’ve found

Fold me in forevers while the world forgets my face

The soil will steal all but our souls once we’ve learned why we were here

And oh sweet sir,

Someday we’ll say we were -

We were here.

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Guarded

There are answers in your eyes glittering bright as hidden treasure in its trove

Your wicked cheekiness brandishes itself in sideways smiles and stolen kisses

You are polite, and so you ask

My own questions rise rapid in reply, ready and ripe with alleged expectation

They meet yours at the centerline of no man's land where they stubbornly stand and stay

"Nothing" leaves my lips, the very sound of it dripping pearls and rubies and desert rose quartz.

- What?

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Lucky Number 7

Go find your favorite little Vermont mountain town. Greet her like the old friend that she is - with coffee sips, love, and laughing eyes. Walk in the woods beneath fire-flooded maples and sparkling birch boughs. Climb a mountain and whisper "amen" at least once per step. Haunt the hallowed halls of a creaky bookshop in search of the stories that need to be heard. Sift through stacks of records on a sunlit flea market corner because putters and crackles should always be part of a song. Drive through the clouds and ask them what it's like to fall with faith. Hold happiness in your heart like a firefly on your upturned hand. Give it thanks for its light, then send it skyward.

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Take Me

My heart is a martyr.

It craves nothing more than to give its entire being over to a love bigger than itself.

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Hallelujah

I’ve been pouring poetry into the space between my palms

I find prayers most powerful when spoken in flower petals

Wild is how they were born to be.

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5.88 Trillion Miles

Will you still love me when I’m gone

When I come home and fold back in

I will love you soft and steady

Rain on a summered tin roof

The lace of the wildflowers beading brightly

While the warm body of water breathes it back to the sky

Will you still love me when I’m tired

When I can hardly raise my shaking heart to meet yours

I will love you courageously

Be a sparkling dawn in your nighttime

The breath of warmth from the fireside

Mirroring the mountainous strength you already hold

Will you still love me when I’m here

When joy pulses through the air like holy hands and praise

I will love you with arms outstretched

Running into you like a high speed collision of stars

The snowy air holding us soft in its galaxies

I’ll be your gravity, your orbit, and the silken sweet years

It takes light to come home.

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Ladder

 I want mismatched socks under plaid sheets

Tip-toed bare feet on hardwood dancing

Morning eyes and undone hair

Call me your home and you’ll be mine

 

Where crescent moon breath

Dries lilac on the windowsill

Shape our hearts into nesting dolls

Tuck them away in velvet pitter patter

 

If you think you know

I’ll pour certainty into your palms

Settle stardust in these window panes

Their tired bones will bloom

 

Recycle my silence

Into the pauses you always forget to take

I’ll fill your fractures

With late afternoon honey

 

Let the good light lead you here

Some sun would do you good

Let the ladders down

Together we can climb the clouds

 

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Honeysuckle

Your sentences aren’t mine to finish, still

Morning dapples on your river where I rise

It’s stained glass in my sanctuary

Holy light and honey, she runs home from here

I empty coffee cans of faded flowers

Send them back to soil of a ground that only grows

The wildflowers will wrestle the woods to find me

No matter how many trees I climb to hide

Autumn breathes in the barnwood swing

Swims in your lungs back and forth like a lullaby

A slow sway in silence sailed from the sky

I sat my secrets in the weeds and asked them how to pray

Always answering in tangles of blushing blooms

Soft stars and seeds of someday soon

Find me forgetting and fragile

Touching toes with something slow and sacred

Pretty pieces clayed from pinecones and promises,

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

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The I90 South from Boston

I know you knew

I never wanted you to sleep out on that broken spring sofa

In a musty house of unshaved boys and stale pingpong beer

Your old guitar in the trunk of your beat up baby

All I ever wanted screaming someday songs in the fast lane up route one

Take me down, honey, tear me up

Tunnel this tree to hollow then light me a way

Forgot your goodbyes that morning but still left a letter

Didn’t say much but I tried so hard to pencil it in

Anyways, always were stealing my sketchpads, my charcoals, my heart,

Does it really take your telescope to see?

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Resonating

Read me these mountains

Broken braille heights

Spoken in screams and shivers

My landscape is your dancer

Mars and moves till a horizon

Pulls to plateau here

Leave me unwound, chasmic and close

Wrought from soil seeded with stars, and

This chaotic

This tectonic

This unrelentingly platonic,

Fear of falling.

- The land must love you too.

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Pin Me Down

I want to be tethered to something as big as your faraway felicitous fire

To taste what the milky way has written there on Orion's heart

Those words tell you how to pull the stars down, I hear

I'll cup them gently in hands soft as the willow whispers breathing between my secrets


Cradle them in the space only found wholly between our beating chests

Exhale a breath that is aria and begin to hum our harmonies

Soft, choose a light to warm your way

Fold clay in these prayer palms while the oneness reminds you, you are.


Sweet darling, you aren't star dust...

You are alight and you shine.

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53 Things I Need You To Know Wherever You Are

1. The power of music listened to on trains — that Fjögur Píanó, an old man with his paper, and the outbound red line can bring me to tears.

2. My love affair with Pride and Prejudice. That I have been reading it since I was nine years old, and have never allowed myself to reach the last page.

3. That I go for walks with nowhere to be.

4. Especially when it’s pouring.

5. That I need you not to question that I am a vegetarian in leather calf-high boots.

6. In fact, sometimes I just need you not to question.

7. That I need you to go exploring with me through eclectic towns in Vermont.

8. That chardonnay goes best with popcorn.

9. But my affinity for pale ale is uncontested.

10. That I love to wear my rain boots even though my toes get cold, just because I love the sound they make on the cobblestones.

11. That my favorite flower changes every day.

12. That I’d love for you to garden with me–to plant a thousand flowers in soil so rich that I’d never have to choose just one bouquet.

13. That I need you to wander the farmers’ market with me, just to see who can find the sweetest strawberry first.

14. That I was Wendy Davis for Halloween, even though you don’t know who she is.

15. That coconut gives me a stomachache but I eat it anyways.

16. To know the first snowflakes of the season are like stars fallen.

17. That if you catch them in your mouth, you can taste your wishes.

18. That I recycle.

19. That I will always eat your Ben and Jerry’s out of the tub no matter how many flavors you buy to deter me.

20. That I won’t throw away my Birkenstocks until the soles have run clean through, no matter how dirty they get.

21. That I raised monarch butterflies as a child and named them all French Fry because the first time one hatched I was midway through a Happy Meal.

22. That I find Jess from New Girl far too relatable.

23. That I used to spend hours chasing the keys of a player piano before my fingers learned the notes.

24. That I’m still chasing those notes.

25. That I’d love to have a golden retriever one day.

26. That I believe in a God, but don’t know much else.

27. That I read a sign on the bus that said to “walk with purpose at night.”

28. So I wondered what my purpose was all night.

29. To know that the L.L. Bean catalog men have a George Clooney effect on me.

30. That I’ll wear your flannels to sleep.

31. That red lipstick makes me feel sexy.

32. But I laugh too much so it usually winds up on my teeth.

33. That I’m twenty and have laugh lines that I love.

34. That when I was little I used to build houses for fairies in my backyard.

35. That you will not be allowed to make the coffee until several lessons have been held.

36. That I like to be alone sometimes.

37. That I will sometimes read trashy magazines, but only after I’ve read Time Magazine and The New York Times cover-to-cover.

38. That I’m afraid of the dentist.

39. So I keep my teeth in tip-top shape.

40. That I hoard office supplies.

42. That I wear bifocals when no one is around.

43. That I like to think I can make a mean peanut butter cookie.

44. That I’m always a little bit chilly.

45. So I’ll always sleep with socks on.

46. That I love Ikea furniture.

47. And I’ll ask you to please help put it together when we get home.

48. That I knew where my parents hid the Christmas presents, but I never peeked.

49. That the thought of “you” makes me want to run barefoot through rainstorms,

as if somehow the clouds might contain the condensation of your city,

as if I could dance in the dewdrops evaporated from your sweating glass on a windowsill, wherever you are.

50. That at night I imagine I can count the street lamps from you, to me.

51. That I want to pluck them from the ground, one by one, like wildflowers, until I have a shimmering bouquet of softly petaled light.

52. That I want to hand them to you, become captured in the infinity of your irises, and say,

53. “I’m here now, love. It’s nice to meet you.”

Acres

One day there will always be mornings with you

Light and laughter and warmth and sun pressing on through the curtains

Your sleepy sideways smile as you fold me in

Fingers entwined and the whisper of lips on my forehead

I want to wake with you

In every sense of the phrase

Fluttering eyelashes and firefly hearts

The light of our love illuminating galaxies we've never seen

Let's stay up too late and wake up too early

The clink of your toothbrush in the glass beside mine

Bare feet on cold tile and coffee in cups passed from my hands to yours

Kisses and laughter and love you for always

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Never Let It Fade Away

Your skyline might look like the stars ignited

In the heat of a million beating hearts racing the dark

Becoming a brightness broken by buildings so tall they disappear

Your skyline might look like star shine on red rocks

So bright that when you stand before dawn and God with a camp mug in your hands,

The Milky Way can practically cream your coffee

I’m certain I don’t know

But I believe in imagination,

and sometimes believing is seeing.

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Abilene

This brook mirrors heaven and it knows how to sing

The stones we skip birth a tip-toed web of constellations

Light as lips breathing secrets on autumn air

Dancing and dizzy till the weight of wonder swallows them whole


Moonlight spills soft and heavy on the precociousness of these promises

Sweet as warm milk and honey

Poured from a polished porcelain pitcher

With a nick in its neck and those painted petals


Love me now and love me knots

My garden blooms for bare feet alone

In the cradling arms of mystic meadows and missteps

I wish I couldn’t see through you

The greedy little hands of water reach like lovely longing

Beguile each beam till they tangle together

Igniting a druzy drizzle of refracted light

Brighter than stars, this moment will be


As you were and as you are

Close your book on my questions

Till they are pretty-pressed and sweet forever

Light as lips breathing secrets in buttercup breaths

When your yesterdays fall from the pages,

Remember me in kaleidoscope color

Like moonbeams on the babble of brook stones

Like petals pinwheeling to our feet

Like perfect painted porcelain pieces

Like always was a place we were.

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The Wavelength of a Heartbeat

Blooming like the blush of early skies

I sat cross-legged in the meadow we made

Bare feet and that old floral dress

I strung a necklace from the beads of dew

I painted my cheeks the sweet rose of skies

Played make believe that you were there

Poured a cup of tea in chipped china

Sipped slowly while daytime sunk soft behind the gloried green hills

In the sheer golden nonsense

Of falling suns and rising stars

Of beating hearts

Born from the fiery dust

Of that very same light,

I see you.

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Saltwater Pearls

I wish I hadn’t, but I’m glad that I did -

I couldn’t trust your truths.

If it matters to matter,

Your grain of sand is always a jewel to me.

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