chameleonian times

Home is something found and lost
                  lost and found
in eyes of love and lovers
silence and quiet tears
laughter meals screams journeys
marmelade jars and ripe bananas 

It's being sick stuck and knowing
care is true to making happy
and well, and good.
Flowers in toothbrushes
songs in antenna-like hopes
that vanish in letting go
of the burning ulcers and alienating 
words gone too far off the wall.
Well, as long as it’s not repeated 
and inflicted on others
the sun shines
through the tears
In arms of hugs
and such a load of fear gone
Home is found and lost
        lost and found
kept alive like a fireplace.
Fine, fine, fine shore, take care

One step back, for space and
courage to arise in it, to say:
Do with patience presence do and say 
same-same
Forgive and let go of the poisonous anger.
Whims, wings wrinkle and white lines
among the other darker ones on head
Dots ran dangling down the skull 
and continue
getting old enough for whims, maybe not²
too sure about getting wings if 
it's lies instead of lines.

It's a time when we only see 
one body, ours
while seeing the world, why seek?
No proselytism, publicity and unfeasible goals
Dreams of togetherness
voiced with quiet years.  


- For M.

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.”

– Alice Walker