Illusion

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Such a terrifying thing it was,
to stand barefoot at the cliff’s edge,
holding your breath as you let go and jumped.
And what a relief it was to swim back to shore,
to climb up again,
and want it once more.

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Confidante

IMG_2742.JPGCold sand, sore soles,
and a thirst for so much more.
We stayed up long after daylight,
our laughter echoed beyond the exterior.
We shed thick skin,
we smiled it out,
heavy bass, synth and singing.
Summers were for us,
our time to let loose,
We unraveled, safe and carefree.
I think about it, from time to time.
Salty breezes brushing over palms and juniper.
Beachgrass flowing
like ribbons in the wind.
Can you still picture us together,
under a setting sun?

Forward

Humid heat, a wall of fire,
And the nights bring no relief.
A week into dog days,
my fever broke,
Thank the skies,
something gave way.
I opened a window
to cast out lethargy,
self-pity and bad luck.
For the sorrows I carried far too long,
For that burning sense of meaning.
I’ll bury them now in the thick of summer,
Kiss the ground and never look back.

Starla

To hear of you, to think of our time,
heavy paws, soft and sharp.
I miss the murmur of your sleep,
I breathed in your drawn out sighs.
I miss the dirt, kicked up and dug,
buried bones below my feet.
I’d unhook your leash,
in the woods we’d run,
faster, farther,
pine and birch whipping by.
You’d shake the water off,
leaving prints beside the lake,
on rocks and fossils and fern.
I still hear your clanging,
the slight clink of metal,
tapping between collar and tag.
I still find your fur, in shoes I’ve
forgotten, and holes in chewed up socks.
In my dreams I see you as I always have,
caramel eyes, tall ears to heaven.
To protect and play,
to be loyal and listen.
My girl, you showed me love.
The spring day I met you, held you in my arms,
Sweet girl, I will never let go.

Relief

You know you cannot stop the waves,
the moon, the land, or sun,
Winds will carry layers of dust
shores now wash anew.
One day shy
of the month of July
Unwavering currents of honesty
Stand tall, glance back
to see yourself,
everything has changed.
Who are you now without thin veils
and shadows that stay all night?
Who are you now with stolid eyes
still hands and steady thoughts?
You radiate, you always have,
Who will you become?

Onward

I’ve lived a thousand lives
and I’ll live a thousand more.
Heavy burning coals,
I carried from your door.
Long years, they passed,
we’ve moved away,
from flames that left a stain.
Another page, another way,
someday we’ll figure out,
why splinters mattered so much so
and headaches all for what?
We’ve circled the sun,
we’ve sweat it out,
We’ve only just begun.

Daze

There’s something to be said for those who embrace a long day. The ones who calmly get in their cars to drive the long drive home. Those who take in the road and the dogged thoughts it brings. Jagged ideas of the past and unclear future visions.

Tired eyes, twilight and awe. There’s something to be said for those who inhale the present moment.