Direction
guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path
–
dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging
guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path
–
dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging
sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun
–
restive fish
dipping into
the surface
walking with my thoughts
the sudden flurry of wings
once more I’m alone
–
circling on updrafts
watching the fish
take wing
an afternoon walk
the shuffling of footsteps
through the fallen leaves
–
a quiet brook
the sharp snap
of a dry twig
a wolf’s low howling
echoes down the canyon walls
mournful and hollow
–
bathed in sunlight
a new swallowtail
unfurls it’s wings
awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew
–
prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails
on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain
–
pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause
as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves
–
barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer
working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor
–
a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night
at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes
–
cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze