there’s a raising at the French quarter with crowds dancing and colliding like changing tide waters crossing streets drinking with passion while cable car singers and corner horn players beat a noise under a dreary humid mist as the sweating and smiling, celebrate for any reason without a holiday
meditation under clouds, eyes reaching upward looking for an angel and a miracle in the breeze, whispering a birthday wish while waiting for its release, and chances are, the belief will settle within, like a candle protected from winds of change and seasons yet
for the wish tomorrow, softly released as day shelters behind night approaching, pushing curtains aside exposing warm spaces of patience and belief within a cloud body of words held tightly within the secret soul
A secret word passing within the in between like smoke drifting through an alley or the shadow of an angel crossing over the stillness defies gravity opening like a day lily providing an inward glance of the sought after the searched for the thought captured for a brief second …its all that’s … More A SINGLE PLACE
There was a lifting of dreams, a rising of hope an overreach of memories. he was a velvet hitchhiker searching for relief. secret angels touch the soul of his shoulder guiding him away from creative misfortune he stands to the right of his shadow. as he witnesses the good within uncertain eyes. … More ONE STEP PAST
It was a mountain you thought to be climbed it was then and then it was gone an idea of this and that became a without it was a river to cross shallow and swift the vision became clear by putting the best parts forward it was a sound playing over and over long before … More CLOSE BY
Whispers become twisted words within the shadows of curtains; the uncertainty of thoughts. Fields are full of stonewalls. Like good works stacked unevenly; boasting and chest thumping. Each day confirms the grace we have received to welcome the certainty of who we are.