Playing Catch Will Kill Me

He just plays catch.
Singular thoughts, back
and forth.
No!
Don't do the same thing!
Jump for it!
Dive to the ground!
Somersault!
Leap into the air!
Then run at me, screaming
and waving your arms.

See my words.  Taste them.  Touch them.
It makes me feel alive.

Would You?

would you marry me?
we could
date and
fall in love and
live with Quakers and
move to Europe and
sail the ocean and
find our families and
start some babies and
build a house and
play and
laugh.
would you marry me?

Blue and Black

This day is almost over.
These few hours.
I have not spent them on you.

I am not a tree.
My limbs will not hold still to gather
flakes or other debris.
I am not a prairie,
flatness unbroken.
I am pine trees and spires,
rolling hills for the shadow to nestle and the light to play
on.

I look for the sky to my line.
I have reached and stretched today,
tossed my laughter upward
and felt it echo back.
Is there more up there to you?

Settling

Settling is the worst slander.
We are not meant to squat where we find ourselves.
We shudder
At that.
But settling,
Holding on to what we've got,
Is also the noblest goal.
Stop casting about in the empty sea
Stop leaving
Start staying
Start eating
Start living