Garden

tending his garden-
rich black soil etched deep into
his leathery hands

honeybees
a thistle hides
among the roses

Pinned

a beast of burden-
the cold weight of my shadow
pins me to the past

shadow boxes-
beetle’s wings
on display

Futility

in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under

sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails

Depth

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

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

Birth

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

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

Quiet

soft leather armchairs-
whispers of conversations
too quiet to hear

a lone robin-
her tweets
unread

Temple

a warm summer eve
mists gather in pools that drip
from the temple roof

temple stairs-
stone dragons
cloaked in moss

Transience

hallucinations-
my ephemeral partners
along for the ride

water lilies-
a pond dimpled
by dragonflies

Eyes

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking

ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

Puddles

a rippling sky
cast in all directions by
a child’s rubber boots

parting clouds-
blue jays bathe
in tiny ponds