Today’s Weather

How intently and with purpose the wind blows

with every gust and turn in direction

it  is the sweet laugh of God

combing through my hair

and untangling my scarf.




Have Been

I have forgotten myself many times
mostly on purpose
I have made days go by without saying
hello to a mirror
and have been even better
at making nights disappear
suffocating myself under blankets
the easiest place to be
where words are muffled and sounds elude me



Skipping Rocks

I would skip


with my feet plunged into moss

curl my toes underneath mud

grip myself

turning a stone over in my hand

weighing it with every rotation

to make sure it wouldn’t just


to the bottom of the brook

though if it did

it would not be lonely

because there are plenty of others

who have


to the


and nestled themselves

even after they’ve skidded the rapids.




A Little Nature

If only i could lie

in the grass for more

than just a little while

I could graze the atmosphere

with my drifting eyes

turning my head this way and

that way

I’d twitch my ears

to tune them to the sound

of daffodils being kissed

by tiny insects

I could wipe my nose clean and

inhale perfumed stardust

that would shake itself off

and hitch a ride on currents

golden flecks falling through my hair

hovering first like a halo

and I would not mind nibbles

from creatures polite enough

to make their presence known

take what they need and then leave.




Polite Love

the trees are polite


they bow to the wind

whenever it pushes through clouds

and knocks upon their cracked bark,

their aged and writhed skin,

contours of time shaped by the hand

of everything,

blushes as gusts brush upon them

like the touch of a lover’s face

pressed against a lover’s face,

comfort, sweet and warm

to contrast rough and gritty,

overwhelm these monuments,

make their leaves shake and whisper

to one another, excitedly.




Walk With Me

May I take your hand for a moment please?

and walk with you by the bay?

I have come undone in this world of late

I am weary and need to pray.

words will not comfort this somnolent mind,

and sympathy will not do,

I’ve outdone this world a long time ago

so please, let me walk by you.

May I take your hand for a moment please?

and laugh with you by the bay?

the stresses of time have made me so old,

I’ve forgotten how to play.

Show me the world in a radiant glow,

in naturalistic stride,

show me the world you intended for us,

your marveling jewel, your pride.

So take my hand, for a moment please,

and walk with me till dawn,

stay till the sweet smell of dew fills the air,

and the crescent moon has gone.


In Which I Talk To A Drunk Old Man

I held on to the poll tightly as the streetcar screeched along its tracks, and the bustle of China Town rushed by the windows.

An old man sat directly in front of where I was standing, and in a mumble that released the scent of cheap whiskey, cleared his throat.

“A seat my dear?” he said.

“No thank you,” I said.

I really did not want to sit, nor did I think this old man would do well staggering, trying to maneuver himself between seats and staring eyes.

“I can even get off two stops ahead of mine, so you can sit, if you’re more comfortable with that,” the old man mumbled between his liquor soaked beard.

“No thank you, but I really appreciate the offer,” I said.

I rang the bell just as the streetcar was pulling up to my stop, and the old man smiled.

“Have a good day my dear.”

“Same to you,” I said, looking into his eyes and nodding my head.

I hopped off the streetcar and as I waited at the cross walk, wondered if the old man had a home.

He had blue eyes.