Peace

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one
–
self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

longing for the time
when there is no one to please
and nowhere to be
–
cherished,
those few minutes
between calls

adrift in the tide
seagulls carving lazy arcs
through the azure sky
–
becalmed,
awaiting the moon
and the fish

in grape arbor
a cardinal seeks shelter
from the driving rain
–
secluded
deep within
my wine glass

drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface

peacocks at the bar
we share a sidelong glance
and a private laugh
–
two swans
together
for life

afternoon stillness
the piercing cry of a crow
hanging in the air
–
wooded path…
unintended
silence

escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace
–
bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting

in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush
–
shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative

iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature
–
meditation
water threading
between my toes