Shivers Run the course of river Tributaries of nervous system Down my spine at night
Rocky outcrop Showing black line of ash Extinction, though not quite Disappearing of past life
Seagrass Luminescent pink through to stout browny black Traces the lines of tide Beneath soft cake mounds of sand
Deciduous Shedding of old life Happens annually above our collective minds Imagine the life force stagnant In tributaries of its truncated spine.
Know that we and they flow in seasons We are not immune in our glass hothouses Cold buries deep till last sight of snow First signs of new life Mere bud or daring flower show.
How can one treasure Empty rooms, plates, faces? We prefer them filled. Yet attune space with nothingness. It is teeming with invisible life. Things we don't see nor understand. We require something to magnify it.
How well we occupy Vast spaces of ocean crescent moon beaches Even the desert is densely populated. With hardiest plants and creatures. Content in their remote obscurity.
Venture into spaces as yet unknown. Capture its essence like tintype. Still, it seems, though ponderous. Hushed waves from afar burst onto shore. Roaring white noise as foam Between toes, tickling. Wherever you go to seek space Bring it back, as a treasured poem To dwell inside for all of life.
Couples and overseas interlopers Tread, stoop or jog up Labyrinthine stairwell Overseen by rock god overlords Never impressed by one Occasional lack of breathlessness.
Many seasons of being Watched by militant mob Now I take pride in How exhausted, fire stoked Flame faced, perspirated No shame in it. I am alive. Doing what I love With those who are deserving of mine.
Notice the semblance of Heart shaped whitewash Caused by triple sets of dumping waves. Sometimes, heart-rending pain Is the way out To float away On carefree days.
Count the stars of heaven 