LINEN SONG

fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky  

RUSTY SKELETON

voices descend through the fire escape   men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke   women whisper   children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley   a cat sleeps resembling driftwood   pigeons gaze down from the rooftop   Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window    

JUST A FEW SECONDS

A stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening   a separation of white and gray   a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed   as the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet  

SWITCHING OVER

the ocean is in eventide   the pausing of waters before obeying the change   ghosts of twilight hide within its stillness as a deep and distant rumbling stirs the edges of all horizons   splintered clouds inspect the madness unfolding below   where waters tempt the brave and foolish  

WORDS AND WIND

It’s the perfect part   the best of day   innocence unafraid and promises of gold   I hear words in the wind   inviting clouds form as the earth spins beneath me   memories never expected to melt away remain safe   still full of breath    

OFFERINGS

She is an open field   a spirit cloud of linen   a breath between waiting   the shades of trial and error   a host of tumbling thoughts   her prayers offered without answers   hidden in rhymes and verse   she falls into waiting arms like a fear captured    

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there  

OUT THERE

A shred of sunlight a mystery rising without song halting dreams for another time   eyes open like day lilies testing morning   you get in the car go beyond where you should be under approaching clouds and the edge of limits   pushing hard stirring the dust   past words like “come back”  

FINDING A WAY

Coasting on the thought highway searching for someplace else the chance to belong to soften the stubbornness of a granite heart   it’s a wintry night in summer while considering weak memories under cloudy skies   a full darkness holds the safety net where dreams are stolen from shadows as we try to breathe life … More FINDING A WAY

SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO