Moon Day in Winter

The tide came in so fast, whole years vanished— a blur of projects and relationships swept away. The everlasting beach retains uniform ripples, brain waves in sand. Think of February days as present time, a gift of snow-white hours, unfettered moments. Welcome the suspect pause as growing space; the body in transformation wins its birthright. …

Ode to Amuse

It settled like a butterfly that took off when it caught my eye. I almost missed it, sunk in gloom, but caught its shadow in the room. The words diffused as colored light. I stayed up rhyming half the night recapturing what got away and that is why I slept all day. –from Sailing into Sunset by …