LIFE IN 15 LINES

Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side

FLEETING IMAGE

it was a gray tunnel   there was a man wearing an overcoat and hat   his back toward me walking quickly away, weaving to the sides, heavy steps raising dust from a crimson road   he was joined by a white bird, its wings covering the man   his image lost as the creature … More FLEETING IMAGE

A CASUAL MOMENT

dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next  

MINDFUL VISITOR

I sense a stranger a cloud without a name half light the other gray   no voice to introduce the spirit without a smile, coat, or hat as it enters my thoughts like a  midnight diner person, sure footed, a table in sight, back to the corner watching for misplaced stragglers, loners and those wanting … More MINDFUL VISITOR

THAT’S IT

Is it the end?   such a distance form what was the beginning   security stood close moving safely one way   avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes   now a glove is missing from the hand I knew   remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT

YOUR OWN ECHO

when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold   each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows  

BROKEN UNDER RAIN

its where being broken coaxes the spirit to dance to psalms spoken soft while gazing up urging a cloud to spell your name, or form a puffed dog, instead it rains, light drops harmless dribbles, one shape beyond mist with a flat soaking on coats and hats, dripping off to the ground, soaking in, watering … More BROKEN UNDER RAIN

LATER THERE IS NIGHT

subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee   it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms   of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT

DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT

ETERNITY

from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away   their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind   it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead