Three Poems

Tomorrow

Climb a tree at Golden Hour,

When the sun is sinking in the sky,

Painting the horizon with honey,

Peeking through the leaves as a child through a curtain,

And casting dancing shadows on passers-by.

Dance with the rhythm of the branches ,

Swayed by a lyrical wind.

Mount the winged back of sunset.

Let her take you to tomorrow.

Eenie Meenie Miney Moe

What did you think the tiger would do

When you caught him by the toe?

Would he purr and lick your face

Or claw to be let go?

The earth, the moon, the sun,

The stars that glitter around each one

All run through your veins.

With every pain,

Remember

You are made

Of earth and moon and sun.