How am I?

I hang around and wait like a windchime in an open bay

strung down, my seashells and glassy spindlings 
hang in the dusk of storm clouds impending 
tied thin on fine strings, I wander
spinning strawberry shells, cream pink 
shimmer 
of seagreen bleeds in the twisted glass, 
I know only shards 
kept sharp is all I can be 
hardly touching my other selves 

but longing to feel

for the hope of a melody true to sing
all I am weighs down to fall, 
yet kept some way dangling, I hang still, 
recall you 
fascinate 
which evening breeze will bring  
some kind of unsung lullaby 
who whistles tucked in billowing sky

hiding

mad silence of calm arrives 
leaves point out to greet without waving
blades of grass stand tall without flailing
my frog holds her croak, your bird tilts his beak
I wish for a flutter or fury to release 
something soft, or even a rumble fearless to thunder 
throughout me 

wondering 

still I stay, search for a way
every maw gasping 
in this vacuous bay 
for an inhalation from us
something meaningful to say
a tempest to stir up the hollow  

from deafly serene

I need only hold the tune that plays me
as I long ago released promises 
from tied up strings
to be gone, in every new instant of song 
tassel and whirl me, like you belong

dance me 

leave behind your throne
caress my sleep with your stories long  
possess this place of worship for your queen 
deep in my moonlit forest, come

enchant me 

late windy night rains wash clean 
the steeple, make flowing rivers, 
keep going deeper

play me a masterpiece 

improvise once and forever, 
more

Hear Me Scream

glistening 
wine bottle remnants, on high
stroll tipsy 
the air warm and misty 
free 
to the crickets
and those who know well enough, 

so listen

I hang around and wait 
like a windchime in an open bay
that’s how I am

how are you?