Tumbled
by the ocean
through a sea of sand
sharp edges begin to break
Larger surfaces
slowly acquire a
brushed satin appearance
trapping the light inside
and the edges finally wash smooth
Not unlike a cherished memory
locked in the heart and softened by time
How far? I ask (is the ocean) whenever we are somewhere the ocean is not – often comes the reply “not far..” (Perhaps a few hour’s or a day’s drive) ‘Not far’ is a distance measured on the scent of a breeze something palpable in the atmosphere in fog rolling across the land ‘Not far’…
This boy speaks through all the depths of my being – not my heart he carries away but the We leaving such an ache. The distance tearing us again and again into him. me. Sliding between our two worlds I am more – and less than before we met. Once other hands protected me Walking…
When my first cat died I cried as if my heart would break mourning though they did not find her until the next day My small, thin body lay arms pulled close trying in vain to hold me together I can touch the pain as if it were yesterday We played and rode bikes sneaked…
At those times when I feel in harmony with the world Every clock dances with 12:12, 3:03 or other synchronous pairs before moving on to the next minute in time Conversely, hands on a discordant clock suspend time as they stretch and point toward numbers that disagree Like a flashing red light they warn again…
Before I walked inside it looked ordered, pleasant I might make a difference, if small They knew I could never stay no matter how bright, sunny, nice, agreeable (unlike the cottages tidy and white on the outside – inside, dark and sad) In the cottages small hands still waited to be held little voices to…
No sun squeezed through the blinds this morning, instead grey skies filled the transom windows dampness settled on the deck rain set in mid-morning – it would be a muted, routine day Morning email changed things when the message arrived I waited to share whatever awaited hoping one click would provide answers bring closure He…