Additions

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds

silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet

Figurehead

sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea

billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Journey

traveling down this
river of asphalt toward
the vanishing point

maple leaves
swirling eddies in
a mountain steam

Balloons

aloft and adrift
floating ever so gently
just out of my grasp

innocence
tethered
by a string

Direction

guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path

dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging

Alar

walking with my thoughts
the sudden flurry of wings
once more I’m alone

circling on updrafts
watching the fish
take wing

Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails

Sunset

windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze

becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun

Tao

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path

fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints