Welcome
testing the waters-
I dip my toe in to check
if I’ll let you in
–
soft light-
my door
slightly ajar
testing the waters-
I dip my toe in to check
if I’ll let you in
–
soft light-
my door
slightly ajar
wide open prairies
the promise of a new life
in every acre
–
covered wagons-
homesteads built
on sacred land
two dark silhouettes
framed in the open window
sitting side by side
–
tails twitching-
warm dreams
in the sunlight
the knife in my back
carved the windows in the walls
I’d built for myself
–
creeping ivy-
ruins of stone
foundations
verdant fields of grass
freshly cut into windrows
drying in the sun
–
migrant bees-
tend the
grape arbor
awake in my bed-
dawn eases through my window
gilding all I see
–
a web of stars-
blackbird songs
invades my dreams
the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day
–
silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore
underneath my bed
photos of my childhood
slowly fading lies
–
an old cigar box-
sacred relics
of my youth
pockets of moonlight
across the rippled surface
of a mountain lake
–
midnight water-
still dragonflies
dimple the surface
home with my regrets
I should have asked for a kiss
when I had the chance
–
your upturned lips-
moths flutter
in the porch light