Coffee

The rattling hiss of a coffee maker

converting grinds to liquid

drip, drip

drop

warm comfort in a pot

a sigh for breakfast

and a buzz for brunch

Small

He sees her dancing, the jump in her step
Emphatic
And pointed, she speaks in movement and he tries to listen
She conveys complexities and misunderstandings
In the arch of her feet
And the span of her arms
Reaching for something foreign and of much greater value than
These hardwood floors
He hears her sing, the words of men
Who better describe the mess in her head
But he never responds
He sits and waits and soaks it all in
Just like her voice sinks into
Those old walls
He knows nothing of her world, of the language in her eyes
But when she turns to the window
To glance at the darkening sky, he thinks he might be catching on

You

It floats down like a melancholy chord
gushing from the speakers
I find it around every lonely corner of my mind
beaming, you're all eyes and teeth
this feeling creeps along my spine
and spurs on every solitary move
like a steadily woven web of a spider
and I walk down winding roads
painted in muted pastels
searching for this thing that I've lost
and found repeatedly
and then that face, all bright and dark
ignites the frozen tundra of my heart
you've found me again in a fairytale place
put rings on my hands
and crowned my head, beaded with sweat
the evidence of a long and tiring journey

Acquaintances

What an awkward child,
So wide eyed and young!
You flew down that hill...
from what town did you come?
The winds blew you along
and you stumbled my way
Lucky I didn't trip,
you appeared so quickly
Tell me your name
and, oh, what does it mean?
blue eyes, blue eyes...
Wait, but your mother's were green?
How odd your sneakers
and that ill fitting sweater,
Come along to my home
where things look much better.
So many wrongs come with you today
Now just let me help you...
and please don't delay.
I will give you my warmth,
my strength and my food
to nourish your bones
and inspire your mood.
Now I know I'm a stranger,
but in this you should trust...
You have left your old life
and forgetting's a must.
New things lie ahead
and there's nothing to fear,
but the loss of your soul
and my voice in your ear.

Dreaming Things Already Seen

My back lay heavy against the unseen ground,
cooled by evening grass
Arms tightened secure behind my head,
I stared at the sky
A great mystery played out in the air
Thousands of miles high the stars performed tricks
“Impossible” I said to myself,
The voice of reason interrupting my dream
For the arrangement was this:
There were four small clusters,
Each with an outer ring spinning inside an inner
They lulled like sparkling gyroscopes with hundreds of golden eyes
Mystifying, how they blinked on and off
A giant wheel was suspended between these fantastic formations
Larger than anything else hanging in inky space
As it turned on its side, so did the moon, caught inside the churning wheel’s ruts
All of this continued slowly,
Orbits circling orbits and stars blinking,
Winking at the earth below

And this is the dream I had on Friday night. I thought nothing of it except, "What a peaceful dream" until I mentioned it to my mom.
"I dreamed about wheels last night" is what was said and she responded,
"Were they way in the middle of the air?"
Of course, she was referring to the old song "Ezekiel Saw the Wheel":

Ezekiel saw the wheel, way in the middle of the air
the big wheel ran by faith, and the little wheel ran by the grace of God
wheel in a wheel
way in the middle of the air

Anyway, the whole thing is really weird when you read from the actual scripture.
Ezekiel 1: 16-18
16 This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like chrysolite, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. 17 As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not turn about as the creatures went. 18 Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around.

What is the significance of any of this?
No clue.
Just interesting.

If you read this

Now understand He makes no mistakes
and all appointments are His
that's why I don't blame you
and I stick by what I did

You always looked so tall to me
so high on a pedestal
But God, it all came tumbling down
along with your awful rules

You want to talk about inclusion
and the way things ought to be
I listened for far too long
but you never listened to me

Can't you tell I have so much to say,
so much that I can show?
Not all of it is sorted out
but if it was, you'd never know!

Go ahead and criticize the world
with all the people in it
It's Ok to slander them
You'll repent it in a minute

Don't continue to conform
to the world in the name of Truth
I'm sorry that I spent so long
swallowing arguments gone moot