Magellanic Cloud

Beyond fallowed land
Pillow tangled in
The brush, asleep.

The starlit sky slowly turns
As the last ashes burn.

A snake peeps out its head
From a nearby quarry.
The moon shone.
In the backwoods, there are crickets.

A sleepy town remains undercover.
Swans hug their young on the banks.
Each hollow crawling, breathing.
Springs pour out above sodium vapor glows and
Sounds of static.

Bread remains half eaten by the pillow
Hands chilled by the fire
Something inside narrows and lifts.

Winds rising in calculated progression
Compass in hand
Researching the inner realms.

Magnetic drifts
Having force upon the land.

This place is seen by a child who has taken flight.
A bright uncontrolled passion,
Gleams the universe.

The woman tries to communicate to the child
From the brush,
Dark hair ravened by moon.
She touches the child’s cheek, silky white.
Around the trees, there is a humming, and then a
Pulling away.

The woman awakes abruptly.
The stone, warm beside her.
Ashes dance up from the fire hole.

A child wakes up with the smell of fire on her lips
From beneath white covers.

© -Sonja J Phinney 1991

Riding on Heat Lightning

When love gets stuck to your soul
And you can’t shake the physical
And you are getting sick on the motion of emotion
Things that can’t be put out with fire.

Just remember when you feel grounded
To Sunday's morning ash
That you've escaped the flame.

Holding to the reflection in the mirror
Beyond desire,
Beyond connection.

Riding on heat lightning
Safe from the rain
Always a place to return to
Again and again.

Without nets or capturing device
It is in my eyes
When love gets stuck
Stuck to your soul.

© 06-Jul-07 Sonja J. Phinney

Whose Shoes

Better watch out cuz I’m in your shoes today.
I can see the rocks and the tumbling waves.
There’s some sand in my shoes,
But I cannot stay.

Into a strangers belongings
I am here and I’m there;
A drifting soul to spare.

Pairing off in hologram force.
I’m on the porch
As you come down the mountain
Or drive by the post
And you’re writing a letter
While I’m in your head.

Cuz I’m in your shoes
Streaking across the mountain tops;
Catching the sound of waves on rocks
Looking with passion out of your eyes.

Sipped from the lip
Whose shoes? Whose shoes?

Shall I slip into today?

© Sonja J. Phinney 03-Jul-07