Two new Poems

nausea


Troubles bubble
                    down
   into a
           sickly, sloshy sound
Stomach talks
                    provoked the rocks
   to speak from
                    underground
Whimsy wishes
                    wobble-wince
   bumbling
            dumb-sweet
                     providence
              wind, wax, wane
a sick, shaky brain
             from walking,
                     and wandering
             around

"in the breath i receive"


In the breath I receive I taste
   Uganda on the exhale of the wind.
In this breath, we share a
                              toast to life;
We all share something,
   I think.
In a ritual of words, I
   found myself with the eyes
                              of a true survivor,
   one having bled out, almost,
      left on the floor.
In a breath, I share another
   word whispered to my father,
                              who I don't see these days.
   A word of understanding understood
      through the inevitable touch
                              of the wind.
      In a breath, each creature,
   animal, plant, we are volunteering
      together,
to breathe another time.