Fury
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead
–
falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless
exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet
–
fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path
trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare
–
hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor
ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames
–
quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close
history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path
low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun