I know you find it hard

sometimes to explain why it is

you tap out rhythm tap on everything

There are melodies you hear

soft as beating heart

There is rage paradiddle dee dee dee

Come passion shuffle

come snare me a dream

Who are we who expect

poet words to connect

The need and the answers

breathe within.




Deer signals begin at dusk with forest edge foot stomp

left right (accented) wait. Observe repeat

Moon hides herself from watchers’ sight

White horse fly dances deking sundogs at play

rides rides all through a moonless starless night

We crouch between stones amid tall fragrant grasses

Witnesses: shadow exchanges of grace and wisdom.

Our bleeding feet tap a steady heartbeat rhythm

marking what it is words cannot convey

This day this day old dawn breaks away

Moonhorse returns this time to stay.