Battle

curling up in pain
the taste of salt on my lips
from licking my wounds

echoes-
broken antlers on
the forest floor

Transformation

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most

predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

Solitude

floating alone on
an odd patch of flat water
in amidst the waves

open windows-
a raven shelters
from the storm

Lost

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone

ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface

Destination

driving down the road
catching a glimpse of my wife
in the passing train.

flat water-
migrating geese
pass overhead

Liars

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar

a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

Autumn

autumn afternoons-
leaves plucked from swaying branches
dancing in the breeze

overcast-
shark scales
above my head

Light

glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay

twilight-
each firefly
tells a story

Difference

I may be different
but I am not a problem
that needs to be solved

fly fishing-
different clouds
under the same sky

Early

autumn mornings spent
polishing the temple bells
as the sun rises

robins-
footprints in
the morning dew