Sunlit Sill - POEM

Sunlit Sill

Burrowing

Cuddling and

Curling up on my soul’s sunlit sill…

I wasn’t looking for you

But there you were

Blinking sleepily from inside my smile

And now you live here.

Your fur tickles me from behind my bones

And you know it does

And you know I can’t help but feed you

And bid you to continue

Burrowing

Cuddling and

Curling up on my soul’s sunlit sill.

An easy chair is nearby

So

Seeing you

I stopped what I was doing -

(I can’t remember it being as important

As a pause

In this moment)

So now I sit blessed by the sun

Warm and precious

And close my eyes

I wouldn’t have paused if you hadn’t come here

I wouldn’t have seen this sun

This corner of my home

So I burrow

Cuddle and

Curl up next to you

And we open our sleepy eyes

And lock souls

And smile ourselves home.  

--Eric Marley

Road Trip - Poem

Road Trip

Godlike, I see myself driving

Ragtop down

Fixed up Cutlass

Pulsing desert

Heat blown frantic

Hard wind pushing

Destination

Spinning mind

Spinning wheels

Wheels make noise

Noise in mind

Mind spinning

Spinning wheels

Circles and

More circles

Rockstars make his bladder cry

So I see my road tripping self

Pull off to the side of the road

Taking a leak into the thirsty air

The vision of the non-blurred world shocks him.

A zephyr blows through his road dirt hair

As he realizes he never slows down.

And now he beats himself up for it

He senses with something akin to terror

That he has never slowed

And he has never seen.

Eyes wide, his life flashes before them

And all he sees is waste.

All he sees is blur.  

Stop it.

Stop it!

Stop making goals that are unreachable from your place.

Take smaller steps.

Or don’t take any today.
See now.

Sacred Now.

See where you are

Without looking back.

Without looking forward.
Love this place without looking for another.

Leave the keys in the ignition.

You can leave any time.

You’ve come so far
But your odometer

Doesn’t have the language

To describe the miles, or your starting place, or the distance you can go.

See only now.

You’ve pulled off to the side of the road.

In the desert as far as the eye can see.

A coyote trots unhurried.

A jackrabbit stares.

A holy spider knits knots.

And the sky…

The sky as deep true and inclusive as love itself is above you

Now.

So stop striving

Your cosmic driving

Is making me tired

The wheel is dirty under your hands

It’s ok.

Your wind whipped tears have made streaks on your face.

A face that is always before me

A face that has been loved longer than you have the capacity to remember

I love this face

See what I do, road tripper:

I am not setting a goal

I am not working out

I am not taking a jog

I am not apologizing for shit

I am not regretting anything

I am not hoping for later

I am not planning my next move

I am not fantasizing about sailing

I am not wondering what she meant when she said that

I am not thinking about my incredible life in retrospect

I am not going to save someone, as if I could

I am not going to shake my head at my stupidity

Today, I am going to putter like the bored Deity I am

I am going to daydream like the way a stray dog wanders

Aimlessly

I am going to saunter at the Walden of my world

I am going to nap

I am going to create

And you, road tripper are free to do the same.

Please

Do the same.

We are the same.

--Eric Marley

November 2014

 

Reunited - Poem

Reunited

And I sat next to you

In the east side

Of a deep sweat lodge

At the sacred juncture
Where masculine and feminine meet

Reaching for your hand in the velvet darkness

I found the paw

Of a lioness

And in the forest I floated

Dust in streaming sunbeam

Alighting on you

A regal cedar

I hugged you

And bark became flesh

Became woman

Your essence human embodied

And in the ocean we met

Two drops became one

Laughing through a fish’s gills

Warming submerged volcanic glow

Broken apart by breaking wave

And then

Each time
Reunited again

Finally…

--Eric for Heather

October 2014