Sails

white on shades of blue-
the day ends as sailors tire
of chasing the wind

moonlight-
sailboats crease
the black water

Sea

the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet

driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf

Heat

such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill

shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance

Flower

gathering pollen-
down among the lavender
the honeybees work

august sun-
on the pond
the lotus blooms

Beach

a secluded beach
the plundered pirate’s chest lay
empty save the sand

flood tide-
sandpipers
brave the surf

Laundry

afternoon hours spent
talking laundry off the line
ahead of the rain

the laundromat-
hard plastic chairs
and ennui

Grounding

the stones in my path
used to build a foundation
keeping me grounded

peace-
rain runs off
the temple roof

Death

my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death

twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river

Alone

in a basement bar
the windows dirty with time
drinking my coffee

sheets of rain-
a community
of strangers

Shoreline

reeds and rushes-
a warm tide ebbs from the marsh
and runs to the sea

sea glass-
walking the beach
at low tide