Back to Winter
across the world
air drying membranes
expanded minds
withered souls.
Basement watchers crouch:
Miracles wanted here.
Now in Paradise
passive Beauty reigns
feel it creep
like disease
along the paths
where spine erects
Serenity
I yearn for Chaos.
A good day
begins with sunrise
birdsong
a soft blanket
quiet rooms
solace of the heart
lightness of being
anticipation of new.
I keep thinking
of a gravemarker
there onshore
where to read
life collides with your jeopardy
sea rhythms cover us
again
and again.
Man in Cloud
awakens
his jaw thoughts
in hang slack
ahead
Sun conjures plans
adores able Fate
while I watch
in break staccato
I asked a ground man
how he might vote
if he found
a voting booth
he said doctor
I am hungry
I vote for bread
I vote for Truth.
Climber dreamed
of stairwells
up and up
heavenward
or into the black
eyes ablaze
sleepless
with wonder
under shade
of fear
Sunsets
Beauty reigns
we creatures awe
who in the world
could want
to blow
my sky
to smithereens?
Consider:
twenty-seven
cold
confinement
contempt
cruelty
my weak
my broken
Consider:
redirect
endurance
fortitude
Love.
He called her Tucky
affectionate low voice
faraway eyes
memorializing lost lovers
or deceased family
missing home.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.