Summer Sigh

through the open evening door,
a windy summer sigh
sent my mind
to places past

it wandered like a lost child
remembering forgotten facts
parked in places
unmarked

by time, only in the folds
of matter contained
by domed bone, unbroken
in truth and filed hope

visions in leaves tossed
in fading heat
once burning
pavement under feet

hopscotch diaries
road trip tomes
pockmarking memories
along highway zones

ditch-tossing breadcrumbs
just in case
we come back
someday

the pictures we took
remain like cacti, standing
frozen in the desert
blink and they fleet

like the fox
we watched jump
from hole to hole
only pausing long enough

to sense the next enemy
or prey
baking on ancient sandy land
that melted at sunset
into deceitful grey

uncolored by sinking sun
sucking red, orange
pink cotton down
out of sight

i sigh

~ Em C. 7.25.18

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Peach Suns

when all is left are peach suns

setting on water’s bed

when stars unsettled

sparkle, messages unread

when words fail and thoughts

rail, beating drum inside

your head,

when names fade, and smiles

die, dispatched along time’s map

when efforts fall short

stuck type writer keys

letters never stamped

when clock stops

the phone won’t ring, and

i love yous hang

in vacant space

when lips mouth heart’s oath

muttered under stale breath

when reconciliation hurts

more than distance kept

when silence heals

the broken space deep

within cracked chest

when knowledge of self comes

when everyone is gone

when only you can fix what ails

no one else can take that on

when all is left are peach suns

giving way to dark’s ascent

when stars kindle in morse code

look for your map within

~ Em C.

5.15.18

What Horrors or Beauty

Water welcomes wayward soul
     beckons with its siren song
          holds secrets in dark depths below
undiscovered stories expired universes ago

Toes in travelled shoes tempt fate
     having walked along river’s bending banks
        into grass damp with spring’s new birth
feeling nothing urgent in moment’s blush breath

Pausing for a pondered thought
     when elusive thoughts have flown far fraught
          willing ink to spill from pens long abandoned
grasping words that slip from trembling hands

To peel off garments, to dive within…
     what horrors or beauty wait for me here?
          for one a near brother to the stark other;

safety on sand banks,
or truth naked and free?

~ Emily C. 
3.19.18

Skipping Stars

standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
skipping stars like diamonds in a cup of black tea

reading floating leaves that Venus pours us
predicting how tomorrow’s constellations may shine

ruminating on why it hurts to see rising sun
finding solace in moon the forgotten guide

dipping broken toes in swirling black holes
wondering whether to stay or to succumb

deepening gaze on shimmering stellar haze

tossing another star to gamble the game

forgetting why this very here and very now

remembering
remembering you
remembering your echo
remembering your echoing
remembering your echoing name
standing at shoreline of cosmos’ ocean
standing at shoreline
standing

~ Emily C.

11.12.17

A Grand Illusion

everything is a grand illusion:
the sunset, clouds,
the night’s long-dead stars,

the way you smiled at me.

how the trees touch the sky
and my breathing
— in, out, in, out.

metronomic existence
timed to expire
when the game is done.

trick of the eye, this life…
like your love
bad roll of the dice
random happenstance
slick hands you had
and
words as concrete
as the tide,

that always detracts more than adds
when it pulls away,
subsides.

leaving worn rocks…
deceptive in their strength
erodible in time, like

the strongest hearts.

if we close our eyes,
does nothing exist?

when we open them
what
can we trust?

~ Emily C.

8.14.17

Nomad

nomad
dissecting earth
into vanishing patterns
geometric footsteps
etch hexagons
spirals
into slipping crust
wading groin deep
in labradorite cracks
iridescent shimmer shines
blues and greens
like your eyes
that eye the sky
wondering is it your next
unexplored terrain
untethered domain
every star
a city
every map pin
is home

ditch
the compass
it misguides the guide
what lies outside
must be found
first inside
close your mind
stop time
stop predicting
breathe and point
you will find
what you need awaits
in unknown formations
where you need
you won’t know
until your feet land
until your wings
spread
go

~ Em C.

3.28.17