the rumble jumble
quality and quirkiness
those who aren’t plastic
or fillers
the ones of substance
the beauty that stands the test of time
living shadows with form
they are known on sight
since birth, comprehension
nameless faceless loves
floating through cellular structure
like a feather on the ocean
seemingly meaningless
but causing shifts
turning worlds
killing parts
sprouting life into others
there is a part that belongs
in with beside, beyond
they are on a visa in the core
vacationing in the love and life
the all the critical the truth
they are the rivers
carving canyons into the crux
herbivores carnivores omnivores
each new and unique and oh so too much
painted princesses and women warriors
princes of compassion and equality
those brave champions of nonconformity
living beyond feminine and in masculine
the zenith of humanity-beautiful and smart
the fairy laughing sparkles who is water
bring water to my parched soul,
hearts, legs, lungs that burst from within:
the golden angel of love and rich insights,
the wise and strong emotional sampson,
the boy who brings comfort and warmth;
the lovely woman studying the stars and living in my son’s heart,
the captain of intellects-best friend and arch enemy,
my hero in all aspects: sage, poet, mother, philosopher
brave, brawn, brainy, beautiful, bad-ass,
the man strong enough and right enough and good enough
to love a powerhouse woman,
the empathetic boy feeling the pain and shame for them,
the young lady so smart and so sure and so beautiful,
the mother-figure who is the loudest quiet person
expressing herself in symbols and haunting looks,
the beautiful girl being split apart by outside forces
who will never know her potential because of the lies,
the friend who carries me when illness or insanity take over,
the woman good enough to love him truly,
the master of psychology and walking kindness,
the man who will not pause when wrongs need righting,
the mellow storyteller who is a soft blanket,
a damsel painting profiles on bathroom walls,
the gal living in new orleans creating cosmos,
my dearest chainsaw wielding friend with dancing eyes,
the nomad, the herder, the singer, the dancer, the sign carrier…..
each and every one turning wheels and brave, never stopping or pausing
never thinking the job is done because there is always more
it’s jung and synchronicity
anam cairde cogar sa dorchadas-
soul friends whisper in darkness