This pink blue hue - this you and me do - draw our

most intimate masterpieces inside our hearts

Have our children crying, crying, wanting to be held

while part of them is dying

I can’t help but wonder, wonder how this

could unfold. What can I imagine?

Imagination is what it takes in a

world of screens and heart ache.

In a world of worry and dead ends

Imagination is what saves the day.

So,

Daydream - take time to think and write

write down what one day someone might

take and riff off - like reading Mary Oliver’s poems

- I might just start a wilderness school for

souls - because she wrote something down

because, David Whyte’s words cut into my

aching heart and said something I was dying

to hear. My imagination is aroused.

She is promiscuous - doesn’t have a husband.

Can lie where she wills

and no ill will come of this pen on paper

in any land - with any one

but you - you are the she of my

imagination right now - have been gifted

back me another season - another chance

to deepen

to go where no one really goes

all the fuck boys and fuck girls can

talk and be smarmy - but there is another

depth we are attempting to plumb.

It is an ocean of life -

It is the honest look at all our shit - all

of our love, all our freedom - and somehow

we are doing it, together.