Saying Sorry

I think about this word
How important and overused
It can be a flower or sword
In sound hands still abused

Nothing is ever really done
By saying to you I’m sorry
Only by a selfless action
Can I tell you a new story

We say sorry like vast clouds
With all our truth and pain
Some apologies spoken are void
And all of the uses bring rain

I think of my loving partner
The one I say sorry to most
I think not saying another
Would be better to boast

With confidence and compassion

We can guide our loving story

If hope leads our hard decisions

We can end saying we’re sorry

That time in Yelapa

The beach calls us from our left
and the sun
with all its power
pushes through our heart
heat rising like boiling water
slow but we are here
nowhere else for us to be
we are right
we follow this path
this dirty authentic path
two natural beings leading us
this path for them is smooth normal family
for us it is a break from who we are
who we were
I watch as you kick up regret fear pain yet
you walk with power grace and anger
but not anger for where you are
but where you were
I keep to your back
the sun to the left
I hold our love
I hold it close and keep it
that was a moment
a moment of conquest
it was that time in Yelapa
that I knew I could follow you
through anything anywhere