Fragment after being at Victor’s

Just give me 3 chairs and a little table
some scraps of paper
a purple pen
we might be inspired
we might talk till dawn
a castle or a cabin
i just need a place to sit
to raise the dogs
to fall into that sleepy space
where we dream of a new world

Dance, if you want to

Dance, if you want to,
Or just lie still.
Compose, if you want to,
but not too loudly,
lest we disturb the dead, in their slumber.

Stretch out from the quiet places,
the still places,
where the giants rest,
where the fear lives,
and where the beauty,
held safe in the hand of the holy,
waits,
until just the right time.