Perspective

spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance

a sand grain
amidst the
multitude

Return

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink

false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest

Iron

toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam

wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge

Morning

concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake

lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface

Daydreaming

the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders

adrift
on a sea
of imagination

details

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai

fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past

a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be

midnight-
groping for
the light

Orlando

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner

monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Muffled

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me

rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves