Tuesday, May 18th, 2010
Tree farms pass
some old,
overgrown with
Nature.
a woman waters her
Green Farmhouse
while guitars play
wistfully,
from the stereo.
~
Out of the mist
Soft mountains rolling
Toward the sea
~
lights fall,
glassy,
as we breath deeply:
searching for the Ocean.
~
I sit on a worn comforter
Banged up old motel
And listen to my sister's laugh ringing
Joyous
Through the open window.
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2010
Finally
low tides rocks stretching-
Home.
salt water on my feet and face:
Doubly blessed.
~
smooth
rough
sharp
slimy
slip!
hard
soft
prickly;
The world passes by underneath my feet.
~
A boardwalk
A small spider
And the sound of waves.
I scribble quietly in my notebook.
~
The ocean speaks loudly
Salt on my tongue
Salt in my veins
Always changing: constant
Beats in my chest
Beats on the shore
Cold heart never distant
Soles in the forest
Soles in the sand
Numb feet baptized in white water.
~
Looking out the car window
Eyes flicking lazily.
Suddenly-
A waterfall!
Tumbling down the rocks
Gone in an instant.
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010
A cloud landed
Softly,
On the top of a mountain
Slid down onto the road
And enveloped our car.
Muffled, we drove through.
~
I breath deeply
the water
in my bottle
smells of ocean
even though
we've left the waves
far behind us.
~
remembering a day
when the sky landed on the beach
to play in the waves
that stretched long fingers
over the sand
~
three generations
we stood, foreheads pressed
against the cold window
watching the lightning zag
the lighthouse flash
and the whitecaps crash.
the roar of the ocean
held us close
in the cozy hotel room.
~
Driving through the city
(Oppressive air
And crumbling pavement)
when, suddenly-
a bird flits by
lit golden by the setting sun
to disappear down an empty street.
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