Deer

Three deer from
the heart of spring-
thin as paper,
wide as the woods-
remind me of
our three hearts,
and what i give up
being unreasonable
or mean-spirited.

Heart is renewal,
willing to call out
to that which doesn't
yet know love,
letting it run along
with running deer
thru impossible thickets,
white tails fluffed
to the sky,
opening deer eyes
in eternity.

Weight

Non-eaters or
just drinkers,
i've known many
getting lighter,
shrinking here or there,
moving like kites,
learning how to look
other ways, and you
who enjoy food
are the lightest
of them all

Creation

Ours is a life
of opportunity
in each moment
to choose love

Chip

The chip on
our shoulder
is the stone
blocking the
entrance to
the cave of
our own heart