Fury

standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm

rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night

Sleep

bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead

falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless

Journey

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet

fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

Snare

trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare

hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor

Fire

ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames

quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Asea

the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand

a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind

Crowd

moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat

underground-
pushing in
before the close

Blindness

history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn

melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path

Complications

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin

under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun