Soul Print

On this day in mid-spring When the sun straight above marks noon I etch this promise To tap these feet one step at a time With a soleprint that is only mine I swear (When the stars rise and the moon shines) To sleep with care and breathe deep the midnight air To listen to…

Equilibrium

It’s a pitter patter Anywhere could be here kind of morning The smearing clouds sing of chuckling thunder Pitter patter reminder Evening drenched in moonlight And I’m paralyzed waiting for wonder Once again A faint refrain I think it’s mine I can’t quite hear The melody this time The coffee tastes like Prague And I’m…

Too Grown to Notice

You hadn’t noticed the leaves turn orange. Your world simply shifted From smiling ocean whispers To a shivering sunset race. To the little ones tangled in blankets Clutching cinnamon glee It is time to acknowledge the approaching Season of solstice lights and red-nosed cheer. But you aren’t protected by the innocent embrace Of an oversized…

Walking Shoes

Memories resting on my back I tie my walking shoes And start wandering down those paths I’ve never been through Passing souls Along the winding way And if we share a laugh We shall share a past Somewhere on this winding way Sometimes I crane my neck to track The prints left by these old…

Here I Am

I’m catching flights Where moonbeams bounce Off the laughing sea Where lightning strikes Awe across the waters Awe how the rumbling Silences the waves Here I am Steady Riding Moonbeam flight finales Awe how the farewells Still the midnight Awe how the movement Stills my soul     Photograph by Aziz Acharki

Pure Gold

Morning mist hides the California gold Beneath its silver shimmer clutch I’m here on the early train Speeding, screeching Slow Waiting for gold to turn to rust On an eyes-closed Forward reaching track Something hides amidst the shivering grass Cement shadows bury thirsty fields In the aging summer of the west On an eyes-open Homeward…

Perspective

As the sun rose I painted over Spilled warnings That used to sting of “ought tos” And began I allowed the overexposed light To exist just as is was In all its unexpected lure Close one eye, see the dark excess spill Switch See the bright outline defined Marvel at the luminous transition

Under the Rose Moon

This honeybee June infinity rises as the moon pale blushes wildflowers from all this starlit dreaming out loud. With pores strawberry gushing, the bees are shoulder nudging and I’m wide awake adrenaline buzzing to the navy blues sound. See how the rose moon is rising faster than all the rest Bolder than a court fool’s…

Reference Points

Do you ever think about the people you were supposed to meet, but you’ve met them in the wrong season? Yes. So you’ve thought about how the stars can align disjointed to the times? Yes, but have you ever thought about how those disjointed stars are only so from where you have chosen to stand?…

What is your favorite word?

The game began With a question They bombarded me, spilling answers into the palm of my hand I hold them out to you as they overflow At this stage of boiling hunger We weren’t watching the pot Look now Erudite Why? Because the eager generation said so Deviant Because they taught me divergence first Convergence…