The naked fear that holds a captive
Is but a shroud of vapors.
The light is dim inside the rim
But outside sunlight capers.
A forward march through misty marsh
Will bring you to new ground.
It may seem that the light is lost
Right before it’s found.
Stephen Martin, 2/21/2021
easement
before a luxery
stands unabated
witchy
solid
like a baker’s knife
your brass
is catching
boisterous
like a nephew unknown
so now
the moment is ripe
with intent solitude
waiting
caught in the embankment
rolling into other things
dreaming with open eyes
seeing the milky lies
softly
making a space
for pillow like emblems
that ease pain
but prolong suffering
6/14/2020
11.
The tranquility can be deceptive;
the hours we sleep
& dream
unfold
in space and time unmasked
at their own speed–
Bordered at our own personal borders
sanctioned to our own sanctions
each one making decisions
by the second
in this sloshy, sloppy, sea
of what we’ve been making
of what we’ve been spending
our energy on eternally
acting in our plays
for days.
3/17/2020
