Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Why Not Connect?

Love getting to know you

Sweet attraction buzzing

Charm and delight


Why not connect?

This infatuation, this crush

This energetic touch

This word, this gesture 

Swirling all around us


I love you all at first

Until that sweet, cruel critic

Creeps in questioning 

Projecting, analyzing

Squeezing out the juicy nature

Of this precious fruit

The thrill is gone


Exciting time of discernment

Who are you, who am I?

Does that really matter?


Do I fit you here

Do you fit me there

Do we enjoy the same

Tastes and smells?


I imagine you to be this

You seem to become that

Different from what I thought

No intent to fool or fake


Do we betray each other

Or do we just evolve? 

As you get to know me

And as I get to know you

Do we still seem like a good match?


Why not connect? 

We meet, we fall in love

We join together

Seeking excitement

Union and togetherness


Why not connect?


Because 


If you break my heart
I may die

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Transmuting Explosion

Such fright and anxiety 

Depression and anger 

In people’s eyes and bodies

My own


A highly tense body

Walking around all wound up

Simmering small explosions 

Like at the bottom of the ocean

Or during the rumbling of a volcano

Predicting a gigantic blast of lava

Or tsunami  


Wear and tear on body

Chattering brain noises

Stress induced fantasies

Hurry up, go fast

NOW!!!


As she aged, Virginia Satir once said

"It is time to pull in a few breasts"


Or else, Crab Nebula

An Exploding Star


Let someone else take care 

Of the babies

Now


Let the violence erupt all around

Without chasing or 

Trying to fix all of this chaos

Let hostility slide by

Watch it, stunned but

Not as much a part of it

Like before

A bit detached

Floating sparkles

Outside of the orbiting

Gravitational pull

Magnetic embrace


Possibly ruffling feathers by

Stepping out of the rat race, having

Aggressively pushed against patriarchy and

Corrupt Authority

Cultural norms

Abuse of women and black and brown people

Damnation of both immigrants and LGBTQI communities

Genocide  


A body more at ease

Healthy and strong

Spirit soaring

Fewer climactic crises

Silence increases

A peace at last


Sharper, clearer than ever before

Not as alert to danger or fear

As if cuddled up in soft embryonic fluid

Without the pressure of being born 

Anytime soon


Relax here

For

Now

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Time for "Lysistrata"

Why do people, especially men

Want to restrict women’s freedom

To make choices about their bodies?


When a man and a woman decide to have sex

Do they both consider what might happen

If they get pregnant?
All those one night stands
Those bar hopping hook ups

Do these people consider that 

They may be making a human life?


If yes, what to do if pregnancy occurs?

Ultimately and ideally, the woman 

(Along with her health provider’s input) 

Makes the final decision about her health

And whether or not she will have a baby


If people seem not to understand the

Possible consequences of sexual intercourse

(That it may result in a baby even if

Birth control is used)

Then whose choice is it to decide?
Always the woman’s choice 


If men could get pregnant

Would those men be OK that

A government full of female leaders 

Make policies and set precedents

About whether or not the man or boy 

Should have a baby?

Of course not. No doubt about that


Why do men want to quash any woman’s

Right to abort if she has given 

Careful thought and consideration to the
Whole situation

Not just to when a heart starts beating

But also to her health, her relationship with

The father, her status as a provider for the child

And so much more?


Why?

Some say because if women aren’t limited

In their making such decisions

They will run wild and act out sexually 

Horrors of horrors 

(just like many men do)

Or, perhaps women will kill

Baby after baby, extinguishing men's wishes

To shoot their sperm all over the world

To produce many babies (for their egos or farms?)


Most men don’t even know if they 

Have impregnated one night stands 

Or what happened to the babies

When mothers can’t afford to continue

Medical or law school, when mothers have

To go on welfare to afford life 

With a new child, when mothers may

Die because of the dangers of childbirth

Or the violence of illegal abortions


Most men aren’t monsters, or are they?

Don’t they care about their babies, their offspring?
So easy for them that women have babies 

And that women have primary responsibility

For children and men can accept 

Hardly any responsibility for woman or child
Monsters?  If not, what?


So easy for men to have sex and then

Never see the woman again

So easy for men to deny responsibilities

When they have sex with women


In this Western, industrialized society

How can we the people let the Supreme Court 

Full of Republican jurists decide that
The states can decide whether or not

Women and girls will be mothers?

What about rape? What about incest

Oh, have those babies too?  Why?


These leaders often say they are Christian

People of faith who then

Kill some people by the death penalty

Kill other people with policies and procedures

That are antiquated and unjust

Unfair for All people

Why are the prisons so full of people of color?

Not because they are the only ones who commit crimes

Not at all


Is this a lack of empathy on men’s parts?
Is this narcissism or selfishness?

Is this not caring about what happens after sex?

Are men really that galling of a gender?

(Some of my best friends and family are men)


Men love to be adored, love to be loved on

But some want to control their women

Possess them, keep them in chains

So maybe they can feel like BIG men

Powerful and mighty

Just like God and the church where
God’s in charge and the people

Should do God’s bidding

But, isn’t that confusing the divine 

With the human? And, God with a man?


Whose fault is this Supreme Court decision

That robs women from making free choices about

Their bodies? Whose fault indeed?

All of us may be complicit, actually


Let me count the ways and the people

Responsible for how we have arrived at this

Place so many years after freedoms were granted

We have gone back to the dark ages

Why?


What do we do about this now?

How do we make changes that are healthy?
Who has the voice or votes that decide?


Now women may return to coat hangers

And back alley abortions, resulting in

Infections, death and/or sick babies

Will some men feel relieved, believing

These women deserve such horrible consequences

For being sexual beings

(Just being like the men who had sex with them)

No matter, they may say, because men don’t have to 

Deal with those women, those deaths, those babies


Are women willing to withhold sex from men

So that they can exert power over their own bodies?

How will men feel about that?
Oh, sure, some may turn to female sex workers

But what if these sex workers also deny them?

Will they turn to male sex workers then? 

(And don't say gay)

Or, figure out that they do depend on women 

Like their own mothers who raised them?

If they cannot grow up and accept

The responsibilities of being good fathers, then

They don’t get to choose

They need to lose that option 

Or else


We shall bring back the ancient Greek comedy

Lysistrata, a play by Aristophanes, where

Women withhold sex to end war


Is that what men want?
Will women be willing to go on strike?



Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Apocalypse Now?

I look forward to new experiences

Though frightened, I am curious

Maybe even excited about what comes next

Not a catastrophe but revelation


Glad that some of our structures

Dissolve into fire or ice

Sad about melting Mother Earth

Our Source, our Love


I rejoice when I realize that

I am the cause of my own suffering

Protecting myself from the outside world

Finding deep peace in knowing


No need to judge so very harshly

No need to embody stresses

That keep adrenaline and anxiety

Pumping


A cocoon, staying away

From the angry ones

The hurt ones

I ask for forgiveness


Listening deeply to my best instincts

To wonder, to explore before 

I break apart, blow up

Or shatter


This new vision includes deep understanding

A dream about my mattering but

Not as much as I formerly believed

Not having that much power


But power enough to relax and rest

Stop fighting the good fight

Developing more subtle ways

To bring change to the world


By changing myself

That’s all I can do

Believing the Great Spirit Mother

Will care for others, not just my job


We move along the paths of

Destruction and joy

Out of the darkness comes light

After we wade inside the black cave


Without knowing what we will find

Accepting what is there

Hoping to embrace all parts of us

So many particles from ugly to beautiful


The apocalypse has already come

We are now walking through hell on earth 

We cover ourselves with a cloak of hope

And community so that we can all heal


So that we can all grow 

And bloom

Season by season

Day be day

Saturday, April 9, 2022

Living in the Jungle

While living in the jungle

I heard the tiniest of ants

Searching for crumbs 

Wandering back to the ant 

Hill with dinner

For the community potluck


Exploring the ocean

I found the dolphins

Swimming in their pods

I saw the Portuguese 

Men of War before they

Wrapped their nettles
Around my waist 

Pulling me under

Paralyzed and prepared

To die


Walking slowly through

The banana forest, I 

Came upon the sleeping 

Mountain lion and her cub

Knowing that my demise 

Was at hand

If I made one sound or

If she happened to smell me


Climbing the vine-laden

Trees, I found myself

Laughing with the monkeys 

As I attempted to swing

From branch to branch

Falling delighted at times

Bouncing back up for more 


The exotic bird colors

The sounds emanating

From their beaks

A whole new world 

Along with the other 

Hums, shrieks, and buzzing

Beings in this jungle


The green growth

The vivid shades of 

Every color I have
Ever imagined

All for my eyes to see

My breath to touch

My skin to feel


Bugs, rodents, creatures

I have never before seen

Or heard

Snakes and toads of all 

Textures and patterns 

All living in the jungle

Along with mushrooms

And fungi underneath

Cleaning up after death

Making room for a 

Newborn


The new baby's human mother wants

To take her child back to

Her jungle of city life

Concrete, cars, noise

Pollution, Politics and People

Smelly, stinky places and 

Streets, coughing lungs 

Dry, cracking skin


Maybe this infant would

Rather stay with the 

Beautiful birds, flowers

Trees and all of nature

Than to breathe the fumes

Of diesel, listen to  

Harsh screams, sensing the 

Wicked violence and destruction

Of city life


The jungle not idealized

Also exudes noise

Displays fighting beings

Hungry, territorial

Beasts, finding ways

To challenge and compete

With each other

Eat each other

Filling their children’s bellies

Protecting their homes, families


If this new child ever does enter that

City world, the human one

Soaking in the toxins that will 

Infiltrate her

She may rather choose to die 

With the lion 

Or the Sea creatures

Who sting her

Than to enter this other world

This smoky, sullen site of

Her human ancestors


As her mother turns toward the city

Leaving her baby to this jungle

The tiny girl thrives with her

Animal, plant and mineral

Friends

Following the rules of

This Jungle and all its

Many beauties and 

Dangers

Content and happy

To live here for her

Forever


I walk slowly out of the jungle

Pick her up and we dance