Having the Time

I used to march by the old freight line
and search around the stream for hours.
It used to be a care-free time.
We'd wait for April showers.

Rattle addle in the cool wet grass.
Rattle addle addle all day.
Rattle addle addle passing the time away.

I caught you falling down a drunken hill
Naked at the calling.
We slept along the old rail trail
A stag abruptly awakening.

Rattle addle in the cool wet grass.
Rattle addle addle all evening
A rattle addle addle journey of thy dealing.

Today we fix our houses
to up uphold the order
amid the chaos.
Fluff our pillows
and fine linens
as if a century has passed over us.
Hurdling over with a puff in the face
and a blow to the chin.

Rattle addle in the warm green grass
Rattle addle addle all day
Rattle addle addle passing the time away.

© 28 Feb 2012 Sonja J. Johnston 

No Escape

I am hunted for my solitude
and haunted by my solitude.
The prey of the mistrusted.
Mistreated for growing a new limb alone.
Nourished by daydreamed waters.
My solitude is never empty.

© 1987 Sonja Phinney

Those City Lights

Drops of dew in the trees from the street light, fake stars.
Glimmerings of pretended unknowings.
Walking the streets, early morning
Deep gatherings, reflections.
A different glow, real and falling to rest.

© 1987 Sonja Phinney

Shadow Key

You prepared the motion
of the snowflakes that
drift beneath the shutters.

Entrancing mind-wheels in a doorbell moon;
attack-dog street side of
summertime.

The aftermath trickled into a
hourglass, hand-blown;
falling to the other side.

Your feet pushed off the dock,
waving a good luck,
never see you again good-bye;
but you know, there's a
string attached to every boat
that has docked ashore.

© 06-May-2011 Sonja J. Johnston for Todd Sloane

Wreck Loose

Nature's palate tasted of burgundy and moss.

© 01 Feb 2012 Sonja J. Johnston