Destination

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

flat water-
migrating geese
pass overhead

Break

the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot

descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted

Liars

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar

a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

Difference

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

fly fishing-
different clouds
under the same sky

Confusion

worn and creaky stairs-
cobwebs draped in the corners
of her addled mind

rising fog-
a futile search
for clarity

Rhythm

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands

snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

Silence

deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity

becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers

Trust

full of suspicions-
in our bed looking at you
lying beside me

crevasse-
a broken trust
far from healing

Decline

a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd

incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand

Quiet

a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment

thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence