Morning view

of fish and fire

that escape from

glasses of water

to dance upon

desktops in sunlight

early in the day

where crows dance

atop the power poles

to the rhythm of robins

who watch a traffic river

so set on destination

flow to and fro

so very far below

still creeps the light

through filtered blind

so fish and fire

can make a daring escape

from the glass of water

Streamlined

we are walking

beside a stream

the water trickles

over the smooth

stones in its path

little pools form

where the stones

encircle pebbles

and golden sand

tiny fish swim

about with and

against the current

while dragonflies

float on leaves

that surrendered

to the liquid flow

we are passing by

the serenity of this

constant movement

that pauses for no

one and nothing

and just as gravity

pulls upon each

clear drop of water

so it pulls on us

at either bank of

this eternal stream

until it's determined

which gravity will

overtake the other

 

A harvest yet unknown

the ticking numbers

have come to a trickle

while Winter still fights

to stay relevant 

half way though Spring

views of fallow ground

leave a silent numbness

within the soul while

anticipation burns

for hot humid Summer

this lingering between

tests the tenacity of will

and tempts the defeat

from deep within

while time marches on

yet the promise waiting

down the road in Autumn

is more than enough mindset

to endure the chill

and float in time's river

The farewell

I let myself go

last night

I said a farewell

to this one

and my dreams

cut the cord

somewhere in my

ethereal body

blood was pooling

from within

and the physician

at my side

made me aware that

I hadn't long

I looked around at

my life

at all the things in

my house

at the sun in the trees 

along the street

at the eyes of those

I loved

and the river of grief

poured out

as the ego within

let go

 

Release

in minute yellow fields

the sun is reflected

in tiny tufts of petals

where flora flatters

the solar sentiment

where bees visit to

make it possible

for each tiny sun

to explode into a

supernova of itself

to scatter the seed

to release the future

upon it's unknown self

to drift far off and away

from anything known

to remember the lost

to find what is new

and to trust the wind

Someday

there's no rush

the thumping 

between our hearts

is slow

but steady

we both stare

at the same sunsets

and spend eternities

in their fleeting minutes

we both look

in the mirror

and watch our bodies

react to the knowing

somehow shifting

with the wind

that aligns 

grains of sands

in the Sahara

there's no need

to vanquish the time

that is the distance

between us

we both hear

the echoes of each other

laughing with friends

and our whispers

we utter into the night

there's no race

to what is already ours