War

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt

a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Present

living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds

frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile

Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

Unease

alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port

an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky

Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

Emegence

on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight

soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand

Transitions

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave

curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth