Monkey Bars

It is something felt in our bones and our toes and our hair

In the ends, the joints, the corners, the tips, the straights, the bends

It is something we cannot leave behind us to rot

For it is precious to our survival, revival

It is sleep, and dreams, and air, and water, and running far

There is no need for phones, internet, planes and damned cars

You only need to go out and play in the monkey bars

The Wooden Rattle of Bones

The wooden rattle of bones
fills this lake.
I lay numb on the bottom of the lake
the water took everything from me.
Salt on my skin
makes my cuts bleed.
Water cleans my cuts
Ships are keeled over by storms.
From the ends of my life
Humans are sad.
I am a goddess of the seas,
I know the love of seamen.
My tears as pearls are washed away
on to the shores of mortals.
How long is the time I could be
absolutely miserable?
You cannot see me,
my charger.
As my blood boils
we approach each other,
but the waves take your ship away.
Is there a place
where sea and air could fare together?

The Wooden Rattle of Bones

The wooden rattle of bones
fills this lake.
I lay numb on the bottom of the lake
the water took everything from me.
Salt on my skin
makes my cuts bleed.
Water cleans my cuts
Ships are keeled over by storms.
From the ends of my life
Humans are sad.
I am a goddess of the seas,
I know the love of seamen.
My tears as pearls are washed away
on to the shores of mortals.
How long is the time I could be
absolutely miserable?
You cannot see me,
my charger.
As my blood boils
we approach each other,
but the waves take your ship away.
Is there a place
where sea and air could fare together?