Transformation

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most

predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

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

Light

glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay

twilight-
each firefly
tells a story

Confusion

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

rising fog-
a futile search
for clarity

Star

how can one be blind
to the light that shines within
your beautiful soul

orion-
etching of
the evening sky

Silence

deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity

becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers

Split

standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow

peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder

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