A Song For You

To write a song for you…

I’m not sure

that would be enough

to conquer all the land mines

and droughts of ego,

to call back love and light and mystery

all in their due time.

You are an angel

from a sky I have not seen;

you are a fighter

sent to battle with the demons of our ancestors,

a capitalistic machine

that drowns us all in its own way;

you are the oxygen tank.


Take your place on the stage, my dear,

and I will hear your heart sing before your lungs,

will promise to throw every rose

from my garden up to you,

to let you take a bow,

to strike up a conversation with my neighbor

when he says, “God damn, that child sure does know how to sing,”

to which I will say, “And she sure does know how to live.”


May 6, 2018

My Angel

a throwback, for a friend


I never knew

I had an angel following me,

day by day

every step she’d mimic–

I turn around,

she disappears.


“Who are you?”

I’d scream, silently agitated

with every passing minute


Until she found me,

lonely on the stair.

“Why so sad,” she asked

and suddenly, I knew she cared.


She’d been on my path

from the beginning,

patiently protecting and guiding,

unknowingly saving me

from my own shadow.


November 10, 2011