To the Wanderlust

Flying to float on fire,
Dark charcoal-dusted soul
Wise eyes full of wonder
Under shadows clear.
Time slithers and slips
Between fingertips

Thin films of sand and salt,
Pounding, curious hearts cease
To wonder what home is -
Hands trace and submerge
Into undiscovered-unknown,
Home is there.

Love and light and lust,
Soft surfaces unfamiliar,
A translucent-opaque,
Existence never felt resistance until now.

A.

To L'uomo Che Mi Fa Pensare

These days my senses seek silence
These days the days seep and sway
In undetected motions as I lay.
A smile paints a face with delight
Creases outline emotions bright
Pages toss and turn and move
Looking for things to prove
Eyes flicker and wonder
Urges and thoughts appear as thunder,
Answers to questions unthinkable
Sit next to the rubble,
Quiet and silent and loud.


A.