Play in the Cold

Some times
Seems closer
Than others,

Some days
Nearer to me
Than not,

Some seconds
I still believe
In beauty

But you must
Also believe
In the possibility
There of

And what it
Dare might mean
To your perfect and
Pretty life.

What does beauty
Demand of you?

Miles and lives
And millions of sighs from now,
All that matters is this—
And what you made of it.

Truth

Forgiveness
Does not come with a price,

Nor grace
With a balance due.

Love
Is not conditional
Upon my ability to meet your standards

And understanding
Does not demand an explanation.

Show me forgiveness
Free of charge,

Grace
Uncounted,

Love
No matter what,

Understanding
Unquestioned,

And I will show you
Faith.

Thirty-Three

There is a certain sobriety
Economy
To life

That keeps you from becoming overly disappointed
Emotional,
Distraught

Which comes with age,
A little wisdom,
Experience

Or maybe it’s the drugs.

Emmett

In verdant fields,
Sapphire sky
We go walking
My friend and I

And never once
Did we stop to consider
Our own end

Silly, then
To think of such things
Besides —
We’ll see each other again.

—for Jeff, in memory of our friend, Emmett Stallings (1979-2011)