Month: August 2020

HE WAS HOME

August 12, 2020

the language of keys in the lock,   an abrupt shutting signaling the adult force   he opens a cabinet, the refrigerator mumbles a few words   shuts the cellar door then moves with a slow steady gait, heavy and sure   hands sliding over the walls by habit   his shadow on the hallway … More HE WAS HOME

WITHIN

August 11, 2020

it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs   the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes   but not forgotten  

AFTER MANY YEARS

August 10, 2020

he patiently waits at the café, looking for her and then watches her approach,   he thinks…   there you are my other glove the shoe that fits the door that welcomes a shoulder waiting the glass half full the moon over waves footsteps together a dance a few whispered words the voice the memories … More AFTER MANY YEARS

HORIZON OF WORDS

August 7, 2020

I could see words drying on a line washed and dripping under a half sun, moisture fragrant pushed by midday breezes, forming a message of thoughts without speaking, yet resonating within the seed of understanding where the horizon gathers up the remainder of day pulsing with energy to finally set          

BREATHING OUT

August 4, 2020

the house was a fire of voices   a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats   floor boards language inner travel from room to room   burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet

FOR JUST A MOMENT

August 3, 2020

he crosses all seasons,   jagged paths stitched to paper maps   past meadows cleared by hands   towns with forgotten names iron fence posts empty buildings exhausted like a defeated fighter   one more corner and another, following after like a wheel off balance, desiring a warm cup of coffee to heal the wounds … More FOR JUST A MOMENT