transit...

Sometimes
I think
that my whole life
has been
advancing
towards a moment where
I walk into a room
and see
an insect flinging itself
against a window pane
trying to get out
and I help it.
Life is that big
and that small
that full
and that empty
it is delicious
even when it is not...

Lucy Meskill

enkindled...

Enkindled

weaning myself

of the usual darkness

insuperable and unkind

like a tree-chained dog

now able to unwind

the quicksand, slip-step

into pea soup party light

is the road that I un-travel

up this path from endless night

Lucy Meskill

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.

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

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

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

never fear or everybody poops...

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

lucy meskill