Category Archives: Art

Our Blessings Counted

like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy

arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
           to solitary retreats

‘tis our love’s fault

 

Subway Siesta

eyes in the clouds
chin on my chest
shoulders rocking side to side                              
from along straightaways
against curves
so many screeches
so many clackety-clacks
so many loudspeaker voices
years of underground reverie
of subconsciousness
always awakening me
on time
at my destination

Offerings

more than decor

commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release

to better Rebirth
to aspire

drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion

to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence

Windows

congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries

perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time

or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us

at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth

about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand

Kloof Nek to Hout Bay

two meandering souls

a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead

destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms

a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters

or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo

while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake

Alley of the Lost

o’er the Bermuda Sea
opes randomly
a triangular doorway

its guests transmit’d
on a one-way ticket
to an unseen mystery

while failures of hi-tech
continue to enhance
the myth… or its veracity

Outside

old stomping grounds
of our forebears
ere cement supplant’d forests
ere the wind became trite

no wonder
our instincts
not born of fables

so for now
with even more acute
eyes and ears
will we savor these ventures

Remembering Normal

                                 at holy james’ downtown bay
                                 ‘twas someone’s future—
                                 a future after their time—
                                 way after

                                 boats anchor’d—
                                shores of point loma—
                                united landing at refurbish’d airport—
                                solar turbines—
                                star of india—
                                anthony’s—
                                pac star cruises

                               seaweed stretching from shallows
                               to surface and nursing rocks
                               bordering harbor drive—
                               a curious pigeon bobbing for scraps

                              too hot to be jogging
                              unless you’re a jogger

                              Tomorrow’s not soon enough