Wall Art

They are selling their condo

all inclusive reads the promotional draw

You’ll get everything you need to live well

There’s a stove and a washer

refrigerator, a red sofa, and two beds

A mirror in the hallway so you always

have someone you can tell your troubles to

Drift in and out each of the five rooms

a virtual tour riding tilted on a giant balloon

Each wall’s smooth as sheer windswept cliffs

no art or books here to hold or pause to gaze

Curious returns to the shining hall mirror

condolence messages via a smudged screen

You must be so lonesome here

Purposeful Purposeless

Go to the beach. Go to the part where nobody lingers. The heron is watching. Seagulls survey. There’s the smell of saltwater. Seaweed tangled among stones. Fragments of shells. Half crabs. Splinters of sunwashed bone. Hear the song of the waves drifting out drifting in. Redwinged Blackbird calls from undercover of wild roses.

Driftwood messengers

Heartbeat rhythm on the wind

Shifts of time

I Was

Was I thinking of

adding it up

Would it ease anything

for anyone

Was I intending to

contribute my part

Join the long line

of I’m sorry ghostwalkers

Empty hands hollow eyes

too numbed even to cry

I was going to gift you

a sad song

Something you could sway to

help you shuffle along

Was I standing in a dream

afraid of plucking a string

Too many causes in this motion

I was ready only yesterday

but now

I can’t decide anything

The Predictor

On the day of first yellow mango

came the prophet in form of grand smiler

He stood glowing as I lay sleep wandering

He bore gifts of bright abundance

songs of camas and white fawn lily fields

Colours luminescent like rainbows

With a voice like a choir of ethereal children

he weaved my comfort blanket of story

painted walls of wonder unfolding the day

Sky Faces

You can’t depend on their presence

You cannot summon them with command

Sky faces drift on a time outside of time

They carry messages from places of knowing

Just out of grasp

Speaking a language you’ve yet to learn

Obscured from sight by light step dancers

Sky faces are playful tricksters

They swoop in close

Breath sweet spearmint and clover

On silent wings they glide low and high

Leave you wanting

Promising—-

In time, maybe when you’re older

On some still early morning mist rising

As a new sun spreads life to shivered earth

Sky faces will linger, sip of your offering

Whisper words in the language of your heart

A Hand for You

I could have left a note

but it’s windy over there near the bay

You’ll be back before the melting

they remind us every day anyway

I listen to Neve and The Deer Children

sing songs in a language I do not understand

Which path did you choose at the crossroad

I wonder over morning coffee

Where is her other hand you’ll probably ask

when you arrive and find my sign

Why are there no footprints

either coming or going

Navigation

clarity

contemplate your resurrection path

winds are strong today

avert the fragile makers

empty vessels travel weightless

anchors having all rusted away

your hair obscures your view

yet you see what needs be seen

a blurring

a sign

a single thread

soft speaking from the edge of

a craggy cliff

a hem of your old sweatshirt

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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