~Apples and Orchids~

Take my open hand

Stained only slightly

With dirt

Apples and orchids

That’s what you

You said we could  plant

Beside each other

Orchid roots

Winding around

Each other

A spun mandala

Of snakeskin

Faded velvet

Rough to the touch

Under faded sun

Wind in

Shimmering tremors

On skin

A kiss

On the forehead

The sweetest sigh

Appreciate the bumpy road

That leads

Back to us

Back to where

The light is

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Oranges~

  

   I peeled my oranges

   the juices wrap around my fingers  

   like velvet skin

   watching the swirls of dark gold

   wrap around the crumbling chocolate dirt

   there's always something shining underneath

   if you look hard enough

   

   Worth its

   Weight in

   Ornamental gold

   the sun was pale

   but it was shining

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Dimes~

Wow, there’s

A little sass

Under all

That breathable cotton

If you

Haven’t read 

Ginsberg

A little

High on

Something you

Haven’t read Ginsberg

I have

Some loose thoughts

Which doesn’t

Install much

Confidence in myself

Wildfire grasses

Clean and colorless

Spirals bending

And unbending

Again with

The soft summer wind

I won’t

Bend nothing

Else can

Break me

The mind

Needs love

I just

Need to let it

Come one

Step at

A time

And enjoy

Whatever’s left

Finally, weeping

For a purpose

Nothing is 

Insignificant

not anymore

Don’t have

Too many

Dimes on me

But I have vision

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Vibrant~

time for me
to face my whale
in the barren corner
of my room

better for me
to face the noise
head-on, it's pulling me
toward my ever changing reflection
along with
the beautiful strain
of the tide

the color is gray
but vibrant
I might go under
tripping over myself at times
I'll shake the chaos off
make it out alive

I believe in building memories
and making time

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Tomorrow~

time for bed
the moon
will be
back tomorrow

your hands
are as
warm as
your smile
even though
they are
merely hands

trembling, your
heart, I
think I
learned my lesson
what's that?

what has
the student learned
under the
shade canopy
of reaching oaks?

each leaf
an explosion
of lines that
want more light
always wanting

wide eyes
you think
this is
called a forest

the sound
of your
laughter is
like music
it gladdens
my heart

the mouth
might speak
but the
eyes see
the truth

sweet almond tea
in the
fading light
always reaching
following the sun
making me
feel wanted

~Sarah Mahina Calvello