Depth

slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

History

stone temple ruins-
echoes of ancient bronze bells
call the monks to prayer

summer sunlight-
wending through
the splintered roof

Justice

who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?

angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless

Sight

slowly going blind-
refusing to believe in
what I cannot see

black velvet-
eyes wide open
to the night

Fungi

turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation

in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest

Consequences

living on the edge –
tasting the forbidden fruit
and consequences

future regrets-
I send a drink
down the bar

Age

a rusting iron gate-
beyond the overgrown path
crumbling headstones

bristlecone pines-
deeply rooted
to the earth

Birth

my journal entry-
today I start another
lap around the sun

willow branches-
a crack appears
in the robin’s egg

Sailing

plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky

rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm

Rot

all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core

a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty