I Miss the Days
I miss the days that I remember.
Surprised
You fall, and you’re surprised.
And we’re surprised that you don’t cry.
And I guess that you are wise
to choose not to cry without a why.
How do You Imagine Heaven?
How do you imagine heaven?
A desert nomad imagines green
and water flowing all around.
A relocated businessman imagines
a family reunion in a small town.
And I imagine something like
the big kitchen in the hostel in Lisboa,
where we’re all laughing and talking and cooking together.
Get to Work
Let’s get to work,
Attention Anthropologists
Ode to Kitchens
A place to heat, a place to cool,
a place for goose or greens or gruel,
a place for kindness and for kin,
a place to start each day again
with coffee from the coffeepot.
A kitchen is a lovely spot.
Complicated
Life is complicated, eh?
There’s not much else that I can say.
Summer Solstice
The longest day of the year.
The shortest night.
I think of those whose days are filled with fear,
their dark with fright,
so no matter where the earth does turn,
they cannot win.
Oh Lord, please give this earth
a brand new spin.
To Let Rest
True love lets him sleep till noon
or even past. I’ll wake him soon,
but I have found, sometimes the best
way to love is to let rest.
A Luka Luka Bluka
A luka luka bluka leh?
Yes, soon we will go out and play.
Ek koba kuba goba woo?
Yes, and daddy will come too.
Odak odook bolayaglo.
Oh, now that I didn’t know.
A deeka deeka beeka nee.
I love it when you talk to me.