Calvary

You walk across the cold
beach, drizzle in the air.
A few miles off, they're
having another pint.

You walk apart.
Nothing you touched
ended well.
Nobody listened.

Another's penance stands
a few feet away. You try
again, knowing your
words will go unheard.

And then you fall:
your blood scatters red
and all around
nobody cares.


Inspired by Calvary,

Light

The first long moment

is not light or warmth -

it is the softness around,

black earth unchilled.

Stretching, unwinding,

sap flows quick in thawed 

lines, pushing tender cells

forward, upward, onward!

Disgruntled, one last bit

of clay drops away and 

the first long moment

ends in light and warmth.