solomon the wise

this is how you translate
and I am sorry
but you can not be bold enough
to change the word heard
into one accepted.

Not A Stranger

He walks like stillness.  quiet, tall and reaching.  dark and handsome.

with eyes that dart and seem uncomfortable.

strange and distant.

then calm.

like a wave that comes clambering in, 

then rests on it's way back out again.

Wind that blows hard, and then ceases to a gentle rustle.

Plaintive, then concealed.

Plaintive, then concealed.

Unwatched

Silly little lamb of broken legs
hair all short, matted.
Thank God for a Gentle Shepherd
who did sure tend to his Flock.

The Inman Phenom

It is so much

More than stone.

The road to this new place

was paved by you and made sacred

by the very people who pushed us

In to place.

They didn’t have a clue where we were going.

Neither did you.  Law school, I think it was.

But for me, who knew. 

So you stood there anyway and said,

“Where are you?  Where have you been?”

And I said, “nowhere, really.”

"So why don’t you come back then?"

And I did.  All because

You told me to.