just as you pass,

just as you pass,
i stop in walk
to ‘llow you rush over me;
your touch,
from distance, calmed
to cool the skin
as heart, rising, rises in cage
for feel of you.
your shadow-movement,
motioned a’top and ‘neath
the hands, the palms,
knucks, forearms,
cheeks, face,
body-whole.
i
inhale you,
hoping fore to know you i
may hold you inside,
filling lungs and chest
and cavity of the mind
with what radiance
you wash the skies..
i exhale,
pushing me from me to you,
from pit of lung and chest,
vitality of mind,
as, crushed, the cage collapses
so to ‘llow
my wind play ‘mongst yours
so you may know me same.

Her and Him

He reaches to her.
She shakes him off and walks away.
His head lays limp to clavicles
and he walks the other way.
She shouts something he cannot hear
from across the room, but
he’s already deep within himself
again.
A draft falls, sideways, across him
and he lowers his shoulders to the floor,
knees bending so as not to break,
and his heels lift off.

Giving him his distance, she
feels she’s done right by him.
Why should she behave any differently
than he has? Is he really that upset?
Why is he curling up on the floor?
He leaks insanity like a steamy pipe.
She continues walking, changing her
alignment so to walk against the wall.
Perhaps a door in this room will show itself
before she meets the tightness of a corner.

He raises his head to wipe his nose
with collar of his shirt.

She follows his movements, hoping
he’s alright. She breathes.

He tucks his head between him and
the floor again, hoping she
doesn’t see him. He holds his chest
with lungs, inside, so not to cry
anymore.

She moves her face but not her eyes from
him. She opens her lips, saying
silence across the room.

He collects himself, staying on the floor
in hopes she moves so he may counter
without falling prey to their bonds.

She turns her eyes, breaking from
the stagnant air and he moves,
settling to a squat. She breathes.

He gives her his breath as all
he has and she breathes in.

He waits for her to release
him from her lungs,
though he wishes stay.

She laughs.

He tilts his head, looking
to her as though she jabbed
a knife into his abdomen.

She widens her lips
and bares a bit of teeth.

He raises himself in her smile,
heels flat against the floor.

She turns her arm so palm
lays flat, outstretched
towards him.

He runs to her. She
welcomes him.

silent protest

At the request of the murdered boy’s parents, the crowds
walked silently and without signs of political affiliation

with respect to the family and the individuals involved,
this is the most moving display of humanity i’ve witnessed.
80,000 people walking, together, for one movement, for one
reason, without anything between them but camaraderie and
peace.

anger isn’t the best way to cope with loss, it’s just
a selfish way. what way is able to show those responsible
for a heinous act how the community and a nation feels?
killing them alone? hurting them alone? or showing them
the world they know is not behind them, but together
against them and those who condone or would repeat their
actions– that the world is together, away from them,
both in remorse and in presence?

See http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4936990.stm for the full story.

must see tv

Photograph by NASA, digitized by Corbis Corporation © 1996

The Greatest View

No matter how many times astronauts have photographed Earth during two decades of space shuttle missions, the image in the rearview mirror has never become routine: that perfect blue marble, whorled with white, suspended against blackest space.

Pasted from < http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/space/wallpaper06.html>

See http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/index.html for more.