Scale the Ark

I'll cry for you
walk a death mile for you

If you need my breath
I can inhale for you
if It's water
to drink
and your strength
feels low


The desert heat
squeezes the last
drop of rain
from my liquid reserve
for you
I'll climb the Saharha
for you
Part the Ocean
for you
I'll swim
a steady back stroke
for you
and scale the ark

I'll find
the white dove
for you
kiss the branch
from it's mouth
for you
lay beside you
my sweet
with all the new worlds

In The Distance

I am standing here
and in the distance
is all of you that have been

I'm wondering
how did the lights go off
was I sleeping
was it so quick
that in the dream state
all awoke and left me
alone in the bed

I feel the residue of sweat
that dampens us
some evenings
am I naked

Sometimes the worst dreams
remove your clothes

I best stand proud
with my flesh
and in the distance
I see all of you
that have been

Waving goodbye
I blow you
each a kiss


June 18, 2001

I wrote this poem while still living in Richmond, B.C. At this point knowing that we would be moving to Ontario. I realized at that point that I really had no friends that particularily cared that I would be leaving, and I felt ghostlike and sad that even in my own birth place there were very few people that I was saying goodbye to.

I love Ontario, the people, the work, the friends and my family

Thankfully!

Speak so softly

Thanks so gratefully

Love so genuinely

Give so earnestly

Hear so thoughtfully

Touch so tenderly

Keep so lovingly

Share so selflessly

Restore so breathlessly

Give Transparently

Pray thanksgivingly

Smile wholeheartedly

Dance
With
All


September 2002
my joyful expression when I had begun working at a new place with
incredible people and I was almost delirious with delight

I think that Valentine's Day should reflect my deep appreciation of all the beauty and gifts in my life...........for my husband, my children, my mother in law, my brother in law, other family members and friends.............and little Lex

Mourning Glory

I remembered back
to that little pile of rocks
thinking it was Gods
fingers placing them
in that small pyramid
statue
waiting just for me
beside Mount Zion
Mountain for Moses

My body
was going to form
the next Messiah
I smile now
what would I have done
all that mourning
and glory
and Gods Sin
all over
again..


July 17, 1993
I did live in Isreal from 1981- 82 and I went on a desert tour of the Sinai. On a walk by myself in a desert Wadi I came upon this little pile of rocks at the top of a small mountain. Apparently these rock formations are made by Bedouin people to mark their journeys and give directions. Of course I interpreted this entirely differently.

This is a poem I wrote referring to myself when I had been
a born again christian in the early eighties,
and how I was so smitten with my own
precious religiouness
that I actually believed GOD
had chosen me to be the second Mary
and give birth to a new Messiah

oh my god please
it'a hard to confess this but about time

If it's written
where are the words
are they affecting you
are the words
a means of touching you
or disengagement from you

When we risk
is the risk of a fall
deadly or enlighting

I think
I should get out
soon

I don't think I can risk
a narrow escape
from being hooked
and being unhooked

The instruments are so beautiful
have given such pleasure
I best leave
when the band is playing strong
and my love is intact
and you are still my friend



February 6, 2003

Her Body

When a woman
feels her body
it's her liquid
racing through
each pore

Opens an invitation
he's not aware
his cup is out
fill it
he wants it
she wants it too

filter the pure
with the wicked
she smiles
he accepts

It can't be
there's too many
women with
liquid


June 14, 1993
thoughts on an unrequited "attraction"

There Comes

There comes
a time
when one stops
their own breath
and in that
space of a silence
attempts
to give grace
to its core
and it's all
hoping that
with each
moment
now noticed
one can begin
the experience
of what
is


June 2, 1999
in Richmond, BC

On Orion

Out for dinner tonight
with my beautiful daughter
and walking down the path
looking up
the stars were crisp
lite with dynamite

I remembered a poem
written in December 1993 for an old friend

On Orion

The passing of this time
some grieving for a loss
Suspend the moment
in my heart
for years to come
and days gone by
A tear
is swept
down the waterfall
that night,
Singing streams
below
and our dreams
in the stars
I wish
on this night
to kiss
the tears
in the water
and smile at
our shadows on
Orion

Blue Goddess

Taking a walk
inside of the beach
waiting for seashells
to capture me
lets roll in the sand
and make castles
with care
stripping clothing
and anger
our bodies
lay bare
She sings in the choir
and I'm left at the car
her search
is the feminine
but not my shape
or heart
Silly girls made a vow
when it was time
to tell all
blessed secrets
and gardens
boys lips
could be shared
Little girls
grew to women
pretty faces
pretty legs
and her legs
kept on walking
and I'm left
in this
place

January 1995

For Crystal
my BFF growing up
When she came out as a gay young adult
she assumed I was homophobic
so ended our friendship
it's always left a hole in my heart
but writing this piece that became a song
on one of the albums
brought me some peace

His Ghost

I've been entrusted to his ghost
It's quite a burden
to carry
When my own aliveness
carries the mark
of his shadow
The hauntings
of those years
such a little mind
So Young
to remember
always blamed
the older female
for not protecting me
it's the older
males fault too
their ghosts
are twice the size
I have to carry

July 3, 1993

at the start

At the Start

the beginning
of a journey

come with
me