Saturday, February 18, 2017

One Day

The lake sings in ripples, 
murmurs apples 
of juicy delight.

I cannot hear its supple sweet music,

not quite, 

yet know it's beautiful, 
fruitful, and true.

Twelve gulls burst bright
in wild play, dazzling bells 
of white feathers, scintillas 

of light, ring across a stage
of welcoming sky.

Their melodic flight dapples
and glistens my ears. My hair's 
kissed and teased 
by a rolling wind, 

my skin pleased by sunshine 
hovering where everything 

everything

whispers fruition.


I stand in stillness, in mud and tall grass
to give thanks for this shimmering
surprise, these breezes of calm

and colored chaos resplendent,
this sensuous background tune.

My eyes now replenished
turn to the long hill beyond
where I shall ease too soon
on the path clear 

to my doorway
and home.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

one day




One Day

The lake sings in ripples.
I cannot hear its music quite,
yet know it's beautiful, alive
and true.

Twelve gulls burst bright
in wild play, white feathered
bells, scintillas of light, ring
across their stage of sky.

Their melodic flight dapples
and sweetens my ears, hair kissed
by rolling wind, skin pleased
by hovering sun.

I stand in mud and tall grass
to give thanks for this shimmering
surprise, these breezes of calm
and colored chaos, this quiet
background tune.

My eyes replenished turn
to the long hill beyond
where I shall ease too soon
onto the slim path clear to home.

Monday, February 6, 2017

gripping

a snail grips
the bathroom
wall.

twin filaments,
slick as spit, do
downwards
tip.

how did such
a slimey twerp

sans cap,
or shoe,

cane
or map,

without lit match,

set out
one day
to roam

while traipsing
glacial slow,

and make
his snaking
path inside

our simple
human home?