Heat

living night to night
afraid of my own shadow
lest I feel the sun

crying gulls-
a distant sandbar
bakes in the sun

Echoes

I still feel you here
disturbing the emptiness
well after you’re gone

thunderclouds-
hard rain off
the tin roof

Depression

gaping in the gloom
taking perverted pleasure
in bringing me down

pewter skies-
cold rain drips
off the rusted roof

Within

the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace

biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door

Bells

dark rolling water
a rusty buoy’s hollow bell
tolls across the night

split rail fence-
a congregation
of cowbells

Hunt

a large gray crane stands
fishing the shallow waters
down among the reeds

wingbeats-
spending ripples where
once was a fish

Repose

on a raven lake
the moon lies sleeping under
a blanket of stars

soft lapping-
the moon unwound
beside me

Halcyon

on a gilded throne
far from the unwashed masses
counting his money

gauzy clouds-
spreading gold
on the ocean

Vision

my view, distorted
looking up from the bottom
of this hole I’ve dug

a rimy pond-
peering up through
frozen cataracts

Rain

becoming August
fevered skin, heat lightning, and
the promise of rain

an azure pond-
fish break the surface
amid the evening rain