Lakeside

an empty rowboat
tied down to a weathered dock
rocking in the swells

salt spray-
the old pier’s
bleached bones

Darkness

heavy evening air-
silhouettes of hunting bats
in the fading light

drawn curtains-
low clouds
full of malice

Summer

an old swimming hole-
piles of clothes left abandoned
on the grassy shore

a frayed rope swing-
old memories
bittersweet

Futility

in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under

sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails

Depth

slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

Justice

who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?

angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless

Fungi

turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation

in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest

Sailing

plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky

rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm

Temple

a warm summer eve
mists gather in pools that drip
from the temple roof

temple stairs-
stone dragons
cloaked in moss

Fear

monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out

the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed