I Woke Crying

your loss

it brings me to my knees

begging that you be cradled

in giant, loving arms

to hold you tight

because the fall is long

but all the time is needed

to weave a net

from loving memories

the strongest threads

 

Stripping the Village

gravity is failing

earth, round & spinning

as people fly off

children gathering apples

while adults steal from their labors

pelting each other with the spoils

leaving youth wondering

where do I hold on

as the anchors float away