Lost

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you

sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

School

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window

blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock

Cemetery

softly falling rain-
wandering through the graveyard
in the dead of night

overcast-
reading the details
of those long dead

Trapped

in an old wheelchair
a young girl waits deep inside
the shell of herself

first light-
a sliver of dawn
beneath the door

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

Wet

barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips

waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun

Regret

early autumn leaves-
I should have asked you to dance
the first time we met

sidewalk bistro-
I glanced at my phone
and you were gone

Death

days slowly passing-
the pain of every heartbeat
keeping me alive

raucous crows-
the carcass bears
silent witness

Morning

midsummer morning-
a pair of cardinals perch
in the zebra grass

fields of mist-
a robin’s nest
full of shadows

Harvest

a spreading elm tree-
leathered fingers deftly weed
the cutting garden

flooded fields-
years of harvests
in her hands