Detritus

Where do I stand?

Essential or throwaway?

Could I be castoff

As easily as discarding

A used gum wrapper

Nothing more than refuse

The detritus of society

To be found one day

In an archaeological dig

Or am I needed and

Treasured like a gift

Given by a loved one

That gets held on to

Put in a special place

To show off to visitors

I'm not sure

 

Sundays

Lonely

Herculean

Intense

Hopeful

Slow

Missing

Sad

Happy

End 

Beginning

Cold

Depths

Amplified

Those days without you are good

I am fine alone, wearing solitude

Like some medieval knight's armor

Shiny and protective and with honor

But I have come to realize over this time

And the weeks that have passed by

That which I had long suspected

Days with you, glorious, magnificent even

Filled with a calmness that settles in

As if I have burrowed in to a warm blanket

A joy for each moment that seems boundless

Desire to be better, to do better, me but amplified

Falsehoods

We become inured to the falsehoods and lies that we tell ourselves

Living with each one as if it were another part of the mundanity of life

No different than taking out the garbage or hand washing dishes 

The self-obfuscation controls every moment of waking life

But once we learn to start doubting the veracity and start believing 

That we have truths much deeper and more important to our being

Than any lie we have come to rely on and we begin to trust again

In ourselves as an arbiter of things real, then the journey can begin

A journey that will culminate in becoming who we are meant to be

Obstacles

Some days it feels as if all that stands before us are treacherous obstacles

The gnarled knees and elbows of a trees roots poking through the trail

A roadblock laid up from a rock fall, keeping me from your arms

Twists and turns of an unknown path, wrought with danger and derision

But through it al, we've navigated every deadfall and wreck in our path

Come out on the other side of every pitfall, stronger and more resilient

Lenses

A photographer has so many lenses

Some for seeing farther than the eye can go

Others for peering close into the depths

Of some near placed object, details emerging

Then there are the lenses of personal life

The lenses through which I see you and 

The lenses through which I know you

Strength and beauty and grace focusing

On the details of intelligence and wit

Captured through the glass of love

And evolution and hard work and humor

All brought onto the film in a way

That is indelibly marked in my thoughts

And produces a picture of the real you

Evolving

Home is in your arms

That much I know

It ceased to be a location

From the moment I first

Experienced their warmth

Their calming effect and 

The way they drive me

To want more of you

Physically, emotionally

And in our way, spiritually

As the goddess you have become

And are evolving into

Home is being held

Tightly with love

And gently with grace

Home is being kissed

Passionately with fire

Or tenderly with care

Home is in your arms