Friday, October 12, 2018

Stroll

On an early morning stroll,
Walking under trees in dappled sunlight.
In ten years, this path would again render the same imagery.

The crunchy feel of sycamore leaves underfoot;
The buckled sidewalks because of meandering roots;
The scent of flowers reaches my nostrils (always searching for sage or lavender);
The breeze almost giving me goosebumps, (wanting to reach my destination).

I remember how alive my senses are
Even at this odd combination,
The imagery recalls images of you.


12 October 2018

Thursday, October 04, 2018

Stetson Rain

Big tall thunderclouds tease me about rain
For now, all they are doing is blocking Gulfstreams
Expensive jets engulfed by a splotchy sky

Cooler and humid air puts me a different country
Some Northern place this soul would rather be
Something better than this tech sprawl they call a town

Perhaps by evening I could walk in rain with my Stetson
It would bring back memories for sure, getting soaked
And one wouldn’t be able to tell the tears from rain

October 4, 2018

Wednesday, October 03, 2018

Filth

Bare trees
I’m waiting for leaves to fall
Fallen leaves
Satisfaction of gold and red things crushing underfoot
Threatening clouds
Feeling that rain will come to wash filth from humanity

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Nomad

I found out today that I have to move yet again. The nomadic life finds me through time and space. I wonder what kind of nomad I was in past lives.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Violin

She practices violin
Sounds not quite sing songy
Cats are ambivalent of notes
Pacing like the bow 

Scotland

This is not Braveheart’s Scotland
It is the misty filed that she and I walk
Hand in hand on cold winter mornings

The only heat being between our palms 

February 15, 2017

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Walking Beneath the Trees

walking beneath the trees
 
the song comes in my head and 
heart twists into an empty shape
fortuitously filling a void
 
the breeze is light on touch
like your voice beside my ear
i can hear fleeting whispers and
mad raucous laughter
 
is it real that you’re in the leaves
is it real that you’re in the clouds 
oh draw me a funny rabbit or cow and
make them hop the moon tonight
 
tonight i sight jupiter and the moon
has a rainbow around it

you’re in the bits of my universe now
forever with me yet beyond touch
you’re in the bits of my reality yet i can

only sense in the lightness of a breath

(april 19, 2016)