Compost

I walk into the plush afternoon

to deliver offerings

to the creator of destruction

Life’s Jellyfish

the air is thick with pleasant surprises

tension holding them suspended

sliding, floating, thrilling through

amorphous

sandcastles tumble into the surf

remembering

how things will be

how they were

the difference is hard to define

waiting on the wind

for an answer

to questions not yet formed

mind heavy

heart slow

how familiar is this moment

Long Ago

Many things have happened
from now until the forever of yesterdays
Into the future
sliding again
as always
Existing deep in the history of our grand children
How do we tell our stories

Homesick

tiny pieces

brought along

comfort rituals

enticing self trust

pacing paths

crisscrossing heart

crossroads defined

Blooms

sitting in silence

halfway between bliss and melancholy

Mona Lisa smile and half mast eyes

reveling in gifted lilies

tulips opening

sharing the moment

Evidence

there is a sign
posted by the door
in a room abandoned
except for my sister and I

broad black letters
encourage one to
Take What You Need
underlined with evidence

the tabs have been ripped off
leaving hope, comfort, freedom
kindness, joy behind
more comfort than the others

I ponder my choice
comfort is what I need now
so I select my paper strip
and tuck it in my pocket

what haunts me
are the empty spaces
I am sure love was the first to go
faith must have been there too

I am sure I must now make my own sign
to fill in the blanks of curiosity
smile with strangers I will never see
certain this will bring comfort to me

Hard Ground

i want to drink the trees
hide in the dirt
laughter over water
cards in hand
joy in such simplicities
fire crisping
mallow and graham
lost in the summertime

Popeye

I wonder
at times
what the great It wants

Then I realize
I really only
want to know what I want

I surround myself
in love
in beauty
in laughter

I am what i am
and that is enough

Happy Birthday

Today swells with possibility
tiny connections
travels

Today is a celebration
of time and lives
joyful

Today is my first day
of a new year of me
again