My Lady Macbeth

A man is made mythic by a circular mind

The wheel that keeps time

And transforms him to memories,

Then to thoughts of what will be.

All that was, soon becomes

Raven-shaped shadows cutting holes from above 

Into the pallor of a white, sunless sky

A feather and stone balanced on either side

Here, we wait while the scales decide.

The mirrored clock, now a metronome

Waves curling and unfurling behind a throne

Where seated and adorned with a blindfold

I hold two swords across my breast,

Ready to face the form that once was flesh.

Once a Scorpion's sting became a welcome inoculation

Up to my neck in clouds

How kind you were to kneel and point down

To show me how what sprouts from below

Is the harvest of all we have sown.

Feet buried in wet earth is how I learned 

Even the gentlest of footsteps 

Will cause the smallest of creatures to stir.

From these slithering ones who thrive underground

A new wisdom was found: 

There are no secrets between souls

Time is space

Where love germinates

And from this fertile soil, grows.

Venus in Reverse

I heard the siren first, perfection out of tune.

Then all at once, in a big red truck

My angels showed up— 

Every one of them black and blue.

So I put on the cuffs I'd hung by the door 

(although they never asked me to)

And rode in the bed as we drove to the shore. 

On my knees I offered my best apologies

But my angels just laughed, and told me not to worry.

When I asked where we were going, they said,

“To witness the birth of a venus in reverse.”

The sun was setting when we arrived

Its golden blaze shone in my tired eyes

Seated and silent on the beach, my angels watched 

As my body breached the boundary

Between sky and the rippling horizon line

Suddenly, a splash burst from the sea:

Steady on her feet

After a decade long gestation,

There she stood naked

Soaked in froth and foam,

Singular in beauty, and on her own.

With a sun and moon one in the same 

Shining in hiding 

I contemplate my name.