She couldn’t
remember which
we’d said we’d want
so she brought both
calliopes as well
as kaleidoscopes how
wonderful they went
hand-in-hand
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: faith
Keep moving
we must follow
every drop of ray
must fall – alight
make truer yet
the glow of our skins
we are all
beautiful people
in sunset
tomorrows
wax deliciously
like sunrise – all new days
that’s what hope
looks like blind
faith keeps coming
long the day after
angle me so
I can watch
the last fade
of the light
Chagall 2016
To say that Mia’s face reflects joy
misses the difference between essence
and something else indicative of being,
more reality than actual figure on ground
posing as people pretend to be shadow.
© Chagall 2015
My numbers are all messed up.
You’ve denied me twelve times,
monthly really and three times I’ve risen,
leavened, refreshed. I’ve but seven left.
© Chagall 2015
Say you’ll stay
Don’t leave
Hello, you there?
© Chagall 2014
Hey! You missed a spot.
No, not on the floor,
in your life, I mean.
See? You can see it from here.
© Chagall 2014
Starred skies lift hope’s eyes
heavenward, the path obscured
all in God’s hands now
© Chagall 2014
I stare up at the sky as you’d look down
at an inlet from the top of a cliff; my toes
grip the edge, I imagine rotations, paths I’ll need
to execute perfect spirals.
I swing, to and fro, once, twice, and again to build up momentum,
calves, thighs, I’m ready, spring-dive, I release, I fall or I float,
it’s hard to distinguish which when One is topsy-turvily challenged,
gravitationally advantaged, determined and faith-rich.
I know I’m there when I brush a cloud, so I open my eyes a moment,
a peek, great falls from here; boats above and planes below,
eagles, balloons, schools and gaggles, canopies, reefs, eddies and updrafts,
earth light falls on night break, I ascend, so excited, I’m the girl in the moon.
© Chagall 2013
Look up to the sky,
no – higher than that,
crane way back
carve an arc
till you’re horizontal
broken at the waist
a radical limbo
now drop all the tons
of heaven square
on your chest
to lay you to
the ground
flat and pressed
like a penny
dispensed
from a carnival
machine stamped
in god we’d trust
if only we could find her
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Universe whispers
tickle ears they’re faraway
words I cannot hear
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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