tonight, 
as i struggle to remember 
that i am defined by a Love so great,

my prayer is just this—
let not the things of this world ever sway me.

a pointwise stroll (amongst the stars)

tonight, i walk to the edge and dare to look not down, but up
and i find that i have come further than i could fathom
so tonight i find myself contemplating the world in polar time
hanging on a horizon lit by the measure of a parameter
just beyond the reach of our comprehension—
comprehension in all of its finite, curious glory.

and as iron sharpens iron, so we will too
as we tumble through this rabbit hole of wonder
vast enough to hold the universe in its pocket
(and then some, because who measures the infinite?)
a universe so big i could never pinpoint the north star—
the one guiding all of our (extra)ordinary hearts.

chemical imbalance, in (way, way over) my head
sparking obvious midnight chances set against a backdrop
of telescoping ideas in n-dimensional space
space that could not be contained by the greatest atlas
space containing the lion-shaped constellations of our souls
and the thunderous hummingbird-song of our heartbeats.

Café Latte Musings

"A flamingo coffee with two sugar, one milk,"

The barista smiles brightly at me, the perfect start to a morning

complete with summer sunshine and blackened white zebra toast

The long-necked giraffes chatter, preparing for another day's work

It's a jungle out there in the great wide world

The toucans are curiously cute (but only from a distance),

their rainbow beaks hiding stashes of treasures (cinnamon biscotti)

teasing me with their streams of poetry and harmonies,

As they whisper too softly, planning oh-so-carefully,

getting ready to spend the day singing and fooling the elephants

Much unalike to the constant flutter of the wings of the hummingbirds

"She’s back in town, she's changed so much, have you heard?"

Gossiping on scintillating headlines, making waves with only wings

And filling the air with a million heartbeats, so fleeting you could never catch

a single word without a little help from a long-eared feline friend

I stare through one-way mirrors, observing the gazelles

Devising, searching, strategizing to stay on top for just one more day

After all, tomorrow is as tomorrow comes—right now, we play!

Stay oblivious to the next storm around the corner

as the espresso maker breaks, shattering glass onto the foxes' nest

The parrots gather together near the cappuccino pond

A rainbow clique of beauty and equally disorganized minds

Pecking at the chocolate trifles, always asking questions on repeat

Curiouser and curiouser, rolling loaded dice in this crazy life

Never finding the answers that they want in this earthly cacophony

The elephant sits alone with his Earl Grey tea, sipping from a ceramic mug

filled with the wisdom of the ages (and maybe a little bit of Irish cream),

supposedly reading from a tome of poetry, but really watching the monkeys

before they are quickly trotted back behind steel-trap bars

(The zookeepers are afraid that they will scratch, you know)

The well-dressed fox sends his dark roast back in a huff

and the tigress of a waitress proceeds to pounce (he'll be sorry)

as the buffalos stomp out, pretending they are of high society 

their steps echoing, yet quickly lost in the caffeinated madness—

Oh, just another morning in the jungle of humanity