in my spare time i work on building human wings

yesterday i saw 

one hundred white gulls

turning cartwheels through the heavens.

they are celebrating 
the long awaited arrival of blue sky!

i thought.

then i remembered:

they float through that fleeting realm 

morn by morn

afternoon by afternoon.
they have no notion of want for it.

but i wanted.

and i wished i was a bird.

with You

Pull me quickly out of sleep,
wrench me softly from my dreams
away from all my other needs
and hold me.

Lift up from earth my downcast face
show me, look, a further place
ev'n while I cannot trust Your grace
to lead me where I’m drawn.

Walk me down towards the sand,
gently pull off my desires and
stripped, naked, open, here I stand
in front of You.

Burn up all my ancient drab,
an off’ring to You take all I have
touch my toes with ocean grand
and wash me.

A water loud and wildly pure
drown me take me make me Yours
then raise me up above the surf
to rest on waves brand new.

And from my broken body bloom
a sea-flower garden to fill this tomb
cry out the old declare the new
now breathe into my heart.

For nothing else can fill that space
that crooked rocky worn out place
except Your flooding liquid grace
just hold me.

Polite Notice

In Kenya everything gets said in an overly polite way. Even where we would put up a sign that says "Warning" theirs say "Polite Notice". Things like age and losses, most importantly, problems always arise "somehow" and it should also be noted that one should rarely confront another on a personal issue, but instead mention it casually to a mutual friend and hope it gets passed on. 

Somehow 

i cannot close the gate today. 

Maybe [perhaps] the latch is broken.

[In any case]

i have kindly spoken with your friend 

on this subject

yet it seems that

[somehow]

things have continued on 

as they were.

So i will ask you now [with much regret] to

[Please] 

stop walking through my mind.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

There is one question

which i fear to ask

over all others. 

Will you chase me if I run?

And God made me Woman

By Gioconda Belli

And God made me woman, with the long hair, the eyes, the nose and the mouth of a woman.
With curves and folds and soft hollows...
God dug into me, made a workshop in me for human beings, delicately wove my nerves, and carefully balanced the number of my hormones, composed my blood and injected me with it so that it would irrigate my entire body.
And so ideas were born, dreams, instict, everything God gently created with hammering whispers and the drilling motions of love, the thousand and one things that make me a woman every day, that make me proud every morning when I arise and bless my sex.