dragons.

​I know why you’ve come.
You want me to tell you stories
of dragons I have chased,
armor that men wear,
castles where we have dwelt.


But you must understand time.
Time begs no forgivenesses,
gives no excuses,
won’t be broken.
Though the mystics tell me
it bends.
So be time for me.
Just for a minute.
A  s t r e t c h e d  out second.


Remember
the dream of the blue speckled lizards
and find your place
in the dry river bed of time.
                              
​
Don’t try
to understand the movement
of water — it keeps its secrets
inside of stones.


Its poetry is there for you to read.
But only the lizards know why.
And something inside them
longs to breathe fire
into your settled soul.