Friday, March 29, 2013

mote...





I will never bemoan the honest dust of you
whose fractions lie dreaming in the voids 
and crevices beyond the reach of clean. 
Thick, slow blown, and mattress same 
perfectly honed ashen drifts do build to 
echo delicate alpine flowers formed slowly, at altitude, 
between rocks, and crisper than crackers, snow. 
You are the seeds of matter in cell-sized portions, 
that falling, seep into darkness. Fragments and granules roaming 
where now my daily jettisoned particles collect. 
I am the fresh snow that is tithed to the six inch gap 
betwixt floors where now you hum with the grit of all 
who ever loved and lived in this humble place. 
As your generations argue, mouse and bug stirred, 
about the colors of my walls, carpets and benches 
about the placement of my dressers, chairs and couch 
I ponder grateful the wholly inextricable nature of you 
oh marble, sequin and pin, oh coin, plate chip and clip. 
Residing in interstitial space, you are the soil of this place 
and I am a blithe bird careening joyfully through your sky. 
I will embrace the sun, moon, wind, trees and stars for you 
as you catch me in pieces while I dance here upon wooden clouds 
in the upper atmosphere of your bounteous heaven.






Thursday, March 28, 2013

do the dishes, make the bed...




enlightenment arrives
astride a simple word
or sentence, a simple
sight or sound, it steals
in unannounced like
a sudden breeze through
an open window,
like a mouse through
a narrow little void
uninvited, unexpected.
it translates everything,
all at once, in all directions,
past, present and future
retroactively, as suddenly
with a subtle thrill,
we attenuate, and
go about our day...


Lucy Meskill

photo credit: Judith Meskill

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

redress...



sleep is a land
where we heal
the waking dream
as the slow melt
of the rumpled day
runnels into streams
memory needs limpid light
soft with which to plead
lonely case in quiet place
deep meaning for to read
we are but the ferrymen
discernment is the raft
we draw the oar stick
with both hands
slowly fore to aft
as crabwise down
the stream we work
dissecting the flow
wisdom as our ballast
harkening we go...

Lucy Meskill


photo credit: Judith Meskill

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

leap...



the
biggest
hurdle
we jump
on
the
way
to becoming
good
close
and
forever
kinds of friends
the biggest hurdle
we jump
is ourselves...

Lucy Meskill

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

never fear or everybody poops...




opinion
is the dump
that
perception
takes in
the mind...

lucy meskill