Fair

I come from a land with skies

So clear

Sands vast

Where no shadow can last

I come from a land that begs for clouds

For rain

Yet here I am

Half a world away

Sitting

Watching

Yet another rainy day

While my lands

Die of thirst

Irony of this unbalanced curse

The House and The Home

I thought

If I could teach him a word or two

Something familiar

Something I once knew

From the words my family used to say

Or a lullaby

That takes fears away

If I could mimic HOME

Within a house

I could root myself

With my spouse

And create a new language

Not entirely his

Neither my own

Ours

In a new home

Alien Hopes

I was hoping for an alien invasion

Maybe then

The question of

“Where are you from? “

Could be easier answered

And I could say

“Earth”

And no one would follow with

“But where were you born”

I was hoping for an alien invasion

So I could no longer be called an alien

Such as my luck

No alien cared to make my hopes true

And I still look at you

Unable to speak

The language I grew up

Speaking

A Tree’s Memory

She remembered a sky glowing red

Noises in her head

Figures that screamed

Others that whispered

And some that bled

She remembered joyful wonder

Cries of surrender

Stars that wept

Nights when she slept

On a warm earth

Nothing else beneath

No sheets no shields

She remembered before she was this magnificent tree

She was a woman

Wondering what she’ll be

When this earth turns to dust

Darkness

Did you ever think to bring a second candle?
The optimist in you did not think the darkness will last
The wax dripping off of its handle
As it burns much too fast
But I who’s seen darkness, I who was birthed away from light
I hoard all the candles
Fearing that they might
Not be enough