The final approach is most important
the seconds before skin meets brass
...
the licking and lapping of a pomegranate -
a crimson yearning for the condensation
of the morning dew
...
Bounding through time
like a bumper car
Towards the next act
in my Houdini show
...
rest a while
some strange new dance
is coming to you
...
no one ever taught me to stop
it was always about the movement
...
she lives in a magazine, full time
just adjacent to the impulse buys at the front counter
...
Ca-tung... Ca-tung...
the slip of rain across the bent corrugated metal rooftop of the shed
...
my shadow's wake
plum and full with longing
and the silent moving meadows below indicate
...
still no consensus
on the sound
the frog made
...
I drip like seeds
onto your fertile soil
splashing in patterns
of refined thought
...
The website for his recently published book, God (As Advertised) , can be found at: http: //www.luminaia.com/poetry. Michael has been writing poetry for over 15 years. Following a life-changing spiritual awakening in 1995, his path has become a daily attempt to commune with and surrender to that 'bigger something' that animates all life.)
Sliding Into Home
There's a stone
in my pocket
and a storm
on my lips
great field voices
of cane and wheat
songs from the
Southern people
inside me
equinox and
solstice folk
deep inside
the Earth
Deep inside
my bones
growling for
that summer wind
an air to
ride the
back of
sliding into home.