Night Flight

Take wing past sundown
Blue taxiway lights fall away
Escape gravity
To the east, full moon
Scattered clouds
Easy sight this night flight
Red light instrument panel
Look down at earth
Hundred moons reflection
Each lake a mirror

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, July 2003

Valentinus

February is the heart of winter and the Feast of Saint Valentine is less than a week away. I have heard Valentine’s Day referred to as a ‘Hallmark Holiday’, but it has been observed for over 1,500 years. Valentinus, or St. Valentine to us English speakers, was martyred (beheaded) on February 14, 269 for marrying Christians in Rome.

This might explain why he is the patron saint of such seemingly unrelated subjects as affianced couples, against fainting, beekeepers, happy marriages, love, plague, and epilepsy. Think about it. Does falling in love not make one heave and become light headed? Are we not plagued by obsessive thoughts of our beloved? And how much does unrequited love sting us to the marrow? Read more…

Blue Sheet of Sky

Huge blue sheet of sky
Largest picture window
Spread a blanket
Watch a meteor shower

Us in romance
A little wine
Hands clasped
Dreaming

It will get chilly
It will feel suspended
At least I hope it will

Day to day creeps in
It disturbs my happiness
In this moment

With a friend
With a lover

I will want to know
How it ends
Stop
Be here now

Fish jump in nearby lake water
Frogs call out in the night
Seek their own lovers

Let us be lovers
At least this one night

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, October 2017

Closing time

They orbit
Whatever their reasons
Looking for easy access
Fascination freak show

Mysterious familiarity
They love or hate or both
But cannot reconcile

You act as a prod
Sore spot
They’ve been rubbing
Their whole lives

Draws them near
Pushes them far
But always in orbit

Never coming
Never going

There is an opening
They cannot see it
Until it is closing time
Until it is shut

Wonder years later
What happened
Another sore spot to rub

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, August 2015

 

Affinity

There is more
There is so much more

Yes, breaks are allowed
But time marches on
Ready or not

It is unfair to expect
One person to serve
All your needs

It is unfair to think
You can serve
All theirs

Consider the great
Humbling honor
It is to love another

Agree to share
Their life with you

We have so few days
Mayfly life
In the memory of the world

Why chain them in sorrow
Why chain yourself in anger

Let go
Hold Loosely
Love always

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, April 2017

High Romance

Call, write a letter
Email whatever
Let me know

Take a week off
Two weeks
Get on a plane

Meet me there
In the tropics
Small island

Pitch an umbrella
Over beach chairs
Bottle of wine

While sunset fades
Eat a ridiculous dinner
Dance

Lay in bed a couple days
Naked as we came
Curtains flow in sea breeze

Room service
Feed each other
Pineapple

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, April 2017

Red Letter Day

On a dark night late in the year, you drove thirty minutes to a post office on the southern edge of downtown, to mail a single letter to someone you will not remember twenty years later. But anyway, it was more to get away, to send some feathers in a red envelope, some feathers from the wings of your heart which longed to fly out from this empty low place, to find a home where it was wanted and needed and valued. You no longer wanted to feel as though there was an impatient curmudgeon named Time waiting by the front door in a worn floral armchair asking, “Oh, you’re still here?”

That is why it did not matter to you that the drive was an hour round trip, to mail a single a letter, to whom you will never remember. It was important. It must have been a boy who you hoped would save you. No one noticed if you were gone for long periods and for long periods, years in fact, you wanted to be gone. Read more…