Halloween (from the Time Capsule)

Real Me at Poolside—
Other Me at Silver Temple—
Both of Me are beckon’d
by the chanting
of very young Aliens
with very sweet fangs:
“Trick or Treat!”

Rock Climber

He sees a mountain

He sees a jewel

He must embrace her

He is in Heaven

Writer’s Block

senseless ink
waltzing
on a blank canvas

to the song
of a dark ocean
teeming
with broken thoughts

until the puzzle pieces
crack the scribe
with a word

then an idea

Lost and Found

an ancient room
with a doorway
to a modern past

an Empire
ere the birth
of Sibling Towers

(discovered NY photo courtesy of unknown shutterbug)

Canyon

angelic sculptors

their chisels
of wind
and rain
and heat
and cold
and tremors
of night and day

with heavenly approval
for discovery

Zen of the Deep

my flesh
asleep
in th’ unfeeling cold

the soul of my thoughts
arous’d
with compassion

the sodden’d darkness
alive
with profound understanding

I am enlighten’d