Broken Kitchen

When life slows down to one pinpoint at a time,
you notice the buds, the blooms, the tendrils --
your world writ big by God's life force.
And that is all that matters.
When you are no longer useful
except to love,
you weep as you rejoice
in still being alive.
Run, body and soul, to the
embrace
of all that is innocent and peaceful --
the only worthwhile and loving
place to run.

May Leaves

If the wind would just stop
blowing this way and that
in random indifference,
gusts breathing out
the forgotten,
rushing to leave them
behind.