When I meet you

when I meet you
from a small farming town in the rolling hills of Ohio
green and lush with decidous trees
your family farming since 1820

you New Yorker
you know just where to find authentic Italian, Eastern European, Somali food
you hate the muddy, winter city puddles
but loves a summer New York day and can dress to kill

you Oregonian
who grew up on a Christmas tree farm
where trees drip green and sheep and rabbits are part of your backyard
you know the endless trails, the rocky coast
you can’t imagine pumping your own gas and Dutch bro’s are where you go to get a friendly smile

you Californian
you know Hollywood mixed with politics mixed with lots of sprouts and avocados
perfect weather, expensive homes and endless traffic are as natural to you as the Rocky mountains are to me
but you know where to escape the people in the Sierra Nevada forests and pristine beaches

you Utah son and daughter
born into the arms of a community that embraced you
in a mix of care and rules, encouragment and boundaries
you know the deserts and wild areas and blaze of stars in a desert night

you Wyoming chic
who grew up shooting and riding as you learned to walk
independent and intertwined with the land
singing country music and two steping on a Friday night

and me from Denver
in my yoga pants and Birenstocks
with a hundred great coffee shops to choose from
where I and most everybody else owns a dog and walks them endlessly
and all I can ever think to do on a great summer day is hike
and a great winter day ski
where the smell of marijuana reminds me of my city

I think about the divergent flavors of our lives
I’m curious about the differences
I reject the labels and the stereotypes
though we may be unalike, we are still the same
unrelated and disparate but connected by our common humanity
I feel sure your life is built around the same essentials mine is
loving my people, surviving the bills, finding small happinesses and pleasures to pass the days


today started with large flakes
falling into Denver
clouding our vision
covering the ugliness and the beauty
making all soft and fuzzy bright
then came the sun
and by afternoon
blue skies and asphalt showing
drip dripping from the trees
warming our coats until we take them off
and enjoy a bipolar Denver winter day


glimps of chilly, hand-held warmth

bits the bitter, bite of breath

creeps the season, leaves to leap on

tightly cling for lover’s reasons


laughter from the deepest gale

sings a boisterous, loiterous fatale

vibrato rings, chatters, rattles things on

Bacchus brings warmth, hearth, mirth


raccous edged, fencing colors romp

eyes dance, prance, breathe on

colors, wings on, screams to gleam on

Beetoveen’s runs we drink of, sink on


burrowed covers, warmth and lovers

snatch oh North Wind’s beard to hide from

sighs on, bides on, intertwines on

leaf to leaf and moist caress on


your caramel hair finds the sun as it dips
gleaming hints of gold
that dance in the light

your laughter bubbles and froths and is easily coaxed alive
you find humor in most everything
and love the innapropriate the very best

the sun lives in your tawny brown eyes as well
smiling and dancing at the world in which you live
eager to find a horizon to visit

music lives in your soul
and comes through your fingertips
and through your voice
bursting like the gleaming glow of sunrise

my daughter whom I love
and for whom I would give the very sun
is every day the sun for me


I’m unlike than those that love to watch a ball
in all it’s different shapes
being thrown, kicked, chased, hit
their passion, fury, excitement leaves me unmoved

But notes played well
strung together and thrown in the air
falling over and through me
are stars gleaming in the water of my mind

Words just right
woven and heavy with meaning
wrap time, memories, intention around my heart
exposing truth in many splintered dimensions