Hood Canal
I miss the crunch
of stone and sand
underfoot
at the water’s edge
as the tides
reveal pools
filled with
shells and crabs
while clouds
float
over high hills
and mountain peaks
in the distance
while scents
of fresh crisp air
fill my lungs
and clear away
the cobwebs of life
The Sentinels
Safety comes
in the shadowed line
of those that
stand guard
to protect us
from that
which we don’t
want to know about
and in them
we intrust
our safety
as we go about
our lives
unhindered
and blissfully
ignorant
Manual Starter
A long drive
with a bladder
entirely
too full
and when the
ferry loads
relief holds sway
as getting out
to stretch
is key
and we start
to look
for bathrooms…
not just for me
and when its
finally my turn
and the lock engaged
I find this box
on the wall
in easy reach
waiting
I have
so many questions
Welcome to Hell
Sit and wait
and change your mask
sit and wait
and change rooms
sit and wait
and change the shirt
sit and wait
and change rooms
sit and wait
breathe slowly now
sit and wait
again
sit and wait
another room
so it goes
and goes… and goes
Morning Peace
Morning light
washes
pale blue
over the world
as the sun crests
and the sunrise
fades away
and as sky
buildings
and the world
blend together
only the thin
yellow line
remains
cheerfully untouched
That Stare
Butterflies
flutter
within my core
as your gaze
moves to rest
on me
and stays
and the surrender
within
awakens
to greet you
like the sun
greets the day
with warmth
and aglow
with eagerness
Twisting the Leaf 