Tag Archives: life

thoughts in hand

Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us

endanger’d species

th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours

Life Finds a Way

our footsteps—
thoughts in a fog
of ice and flame
thrashing land’s breath—
creating new seed
from featherless ashes—
new tributaries of thirsty veins
rousing Terra—
rescuing her from her dark dream
of compost and mulch
to fructify a new tomorrow

Fresh as a Rose

how refreshing
those times when the world
offroads thru another prism door
to refract a breath of newness
engendering feelings
a child sometimes feels—
and for that twinkling
I am a kid again

home schooling

                                  Mom’s experience
                                  must be follow’d faithfully
                                  her years to succeed

pelagic trance

                                  Terra’s chest rising
                                  breath wafting sea-worthy sails
                                  o’er feet and fancy

rest area

                                    break from the flight path
                                    life’s wingers on life’s petals
                                    then… a hop away

blind dreams

                                    all beyond this flesh of breath
                                    do gaze
                                    and invade
                                    thy fleece
                                    thy savor
                                    thy redolence
                                    thy song
                                    inspiring pillow’d imagination
                                    with trepidation
                                    with amenity
                                    within night eternal

floating mall

                                  wife
                                  mother
                                  homemaker
                                  in sunshine and monsoon
                                  be my boat my treasure stall
                                  of rambutan and dragon fruit
                                  of noodles and khanom krok
                                  for fellow and foreign landers
                                  in the Basin of Chao Phraya

station of acquaintance

                                       spirits transforming their cloth
                                       yet unable to mask memories
                                       that dwell at the crossroads
                                       of moment—
                                       and sometimes
                                       those of modest dress
                                       be the fondest
                                       with a will for immortality