Dans la nuit

To know 
Without a shadow
of guilt, shame, doubt
though trite it may sound
A flash of mind
Last seen 6 hours ago

To know
With all lightness
Inside
If one green bottle
on the wall should fall
the first would be me

To know
Moving from object
Gazed upon
To glitter, shards, splinters
Dangerous to bare feet
Closer to original form

To remember
squeal of soles
on soft mounds
covet seabird treasures
safely keep
Waves eternally rise
to greet me

To recall
Dans la nuit
White caps peeps through
seam of dimness
winter solstice
breathe in out rush
tides and lungs
repeat

Weather with you

Some loves are like a sea
salty touch chill to the skin
blissful diving in
on the fringe waves of grief
crash upon disheveled shores
tumbling in weeds
flotsam and jetsam

Some loves are a range
of mountains and hills
traverse through blinding
snow and wind
sudden change
dappled sun kisses
closed eyes before
hides behind peaks
searching caves within

Some loves are like a cloud
begging me - look up!
enamored by the majesty
of sky mirrored by our
smiles and glances
once dark and stormy sea
takes on new beauty
because of thee

Just look up

Hear me cry
The sky is free
Rapidly shifting
Illumination
Without the need
For New Year’s Eve
Or TnT
Just watch closely
You will see
Few steady hands
Can claim it
Laying pigment
To blank canvas
Just look up
Its beauty fleeting
Kiss of tears
Fall upon me
Chased by sunny smiles
Her face slips away
Into darkness again
Tender lover
Come back to me

Earth wounds

Gaping wide mouth
Where tree roots
Would dig deep
Holding still
As wide limbs above
Each to each
Arms and feet
Lungs of earth

Two years of weaving
Words of healing
For the colossal
Wound from atom bomb
Dropped without notice
On my front lawn

Wandering hands and minds
Kept still by tracing
Rainbow threads
Counting stitches
Like memories
Back and forth
In the mind

Still a dream weaver
Handing on silent wishes
In thread form
Head, hands, heart warmers
Binding you to mine
Renovating inside and out
Trading old loves
Possessions for new
Regeneration of seasons
Always changing
Yet standing still

Old growth gums waving
At your window
Since before our kind
Carved their history
Over mother earth
Tattooed seared
Grazing land
Will one day be swallowed
By roots and leaves
Once again
View from Cape Bruny Lighthouse