Underestimating Dragons

I love them when they snake totemistically through the clouds, smoke before the storm

And when they are filigree-perfect by the pool, along the slender branches of new trees

Skin the same green as the leaves

But when it is the serpent 

Climbing vertically toward the sparrowlets,

I cannot either 

Turn, ignore 

Or observe with the objective skill of a naturalist

intervene

Knowing grace is more than words before a meal

Or a sticker you wear to church on your lapel

Grace is the Hand that

saves the sparrow

Even at the mortal expense

Of the dragon.

Come away with me

thin, dark, pretty girl in the roadside diner

Come away with me…

Crosses by the highway

Words from the language of lost tribes 

Speak of both our solitary and communal grief

A crass apparition of the law

Hangs over each of us

Would be angel 

Spies the man trudging

along the shoulder

Half-naked

Exile from a violated garden

Fig leaves exchanged 

For the skin and blood of 

the One who can save us

Along this broken road

We are all

Pilgrims

Wild Hope

After so long waiting

Wild hope

quietly emerges from the crowd

Some unnamed Jewish festival in Jerusalem 

Near the Sheep Gate, of course

Where we  

Lame, blind, and patently foolish

Lie prone, waiting for angels

Angels and the ghosts of gods 

Occasionally 

stir the waters

Every plural word written of 

our collective loss

Reruns the ambiguity between 

Our healing and our disgrace

Clouds in our eyes

We fail to

Drink such strong medicine

Poured out

For us

More

You want less?

Probably not 

Save the sagging bits of self left

Clinging to your soft middle

You want more

More sunshine and more rain

More fame, more privacy

More love, more oxygen in the lungs 

Once filled with more

Sing loud, sing more

Full-throated 

This four letter word for greatness

Expanding out into 

Infinite light 

Last

these ordinary words

Hewn from a tree

To the curve of the foot

Or simply endure 

Itself a stone, a hard place

To be in the presence of God

As he dips the bread into wine

Supper of blood and agony

Last…

Supper

Day

Glimpse…

Of who we will be 

The first and the last

The last shall be

First.

First you must know

The beautiful feat of God.

Rapunzel

you deserve

Truth clenched in both hands

For years I have puzzled

How would she know 

“The real story?”

The only “mother” she ever knew kept her locked in a tower

Named her after stolen

Salad greens

Tell your twin 

Running to Canada was the

line I could not, would not

Cross for love

Unlike a man we both know

Who crossed lines of  law and love 

Abandoned wife and children

Hid his treasure 

Said he could not pay

No fairytale love-

Story for his first wife

Little ones

there are records of these things

The faces of the abandoned are familiar to you now

Unlike your own mother’s

Who they kept from you 

Fear and sin will make an ordinary

Monster out of us all.

Sadie’s foster mother told me once-

They are Christians, you know!

Christians do not steal babies

Live lies

Or put their assets in their girlfriends’ names

But how would Rapunzel know that?

She would have to borrow her sisters’

Plaited hair

A ladder to

Set all three free

Then look for the small stones

Of Truth

Scattered along 

the long road 

Home.

Out of body 

the car crash in slow motion

The snake coiled to strike the child

The mother seeing bad news

In the doctor’s eyes

Some moments are so unforgettably awful 

The spirit rises out

Of the body, off to one side

Hovers over the disaster

Snapping shots of all the carnage

A heart just beginning to break

Operates differently than

One far gone into the cave of grief

the last evening you were mine

Was the first time you met

Your new mommy, new daddy

Strangers then

You were delivered back to me

Sleeping I sat with you in my arms

Time folded around us

Everything paused

For our unlikely pieta

I had just enough sense 

to stop everything

just to be with you

A little longer

The hole in the center 

forgive me for that day in September when I wrapped you in a Mao-green papoose

Indescribable light 

I understand we are only metaphors

Allegories

Parables

For feral mother love 

Howl at the moon

Stalk the night forest

Accost the brothers Grimm

With the spindle-pierced grief 

Through sinew and heart

I held on as long as I could

Then looked for you on each horizon

She-wolf helpless

Caught in the trap

Of human law

Cesya

I am familiar with stolen

Children stolen names

Borrowed children stolen names

Borrowed stolen beautiful

Girl metonymy

Is when you

Become a face in a crowd

The crowd then becoming

You in every face

I have looked 

You in every 

Looked

Have

No.

Can’t do that or you will lose

Her you never truly

Had

Only a name

Crumpled broken paper fluttering down from the blown-apart skyscrapers which once defined our empire 

Mushroom clouded elephantine weight falls to its knees

Compressed neutron star mother

Heart the size of a sugar cube 

Weight of 300 million

Cars

On my chest

As I walk through the dark

Singing off-key these borrowed breakup songs

Fierce to the teeth 

Lost until I know

You will be

Safe.