Day 15
You put a lot of energy into
lifting me today:
a skipping stone, a scimitar,
bountiful eggs,
(even eggs the color of yolks).
And cups full of offerings
and leaves to show that
my dad was here,
and boats harvesting mystery.
Still, I am stone.
The only message that comes
through is the
reflection of reflection—
be gentle and rise
like tiny sandpipers,
flashing and bold.
Do not be soft sand imprinted by heavy feet;
Lift and be the bold.
Day 16
So quiet today
I can see your
rock bottom, pebbled
soul.
Day 17
Myriad
Incessant
Motion:
I found.
I found myself.
I found myself
Laughing.
Day 18
Intimate ocean
You lift the horizon
Both fore and aft.
I walk in the crease between
Two shores.
What feet are these?
I leave no marks behind.
Perhaps I am NOT here,
Just wishful
Or blind.
I am not blind
To profligate keys and tracks
And signs;
Blind just to my own.
Today is not for white feathers
And wishes,
But for the rubbish
Of others.
My own treasure
Skims and alights
There and there,
But not here.
Day 19
Emily says
Tell it slant.
You are inclined in
That direction today.
Coy, as if quiet.
Here and there
A sign of what you
Must mean
Down below: tangled hair
Or rope, or themes
Of love and loss.
Soft silent sideways,
No ebb and flow.
No evidence of your intention,
Just passing by,
Flat, hidden,
And, yet, inviting.
Day 20
I thought that
If I came every day, or
Nearly every day,
In the coldest season,
We would finally be alone
Together again, like that
Time I sat in the sailboat’s prow
On 360 degrees and
Recognized my birth and
Heritage at sea.
I thought I would find
A secret, a treasure,
a horse skull perhaps,
Or a stone so unique it
Would change galactic
Geologic time
and me.
But no.
I witnessed your moods
To be sure, sweet ones,
And angry, rugged. I saw you cover up
And I saw you reveal.
But surprise of surprises,
I was the one who did
Not change from day to day.
Still a miracle, still pulsing,
Still holding some in and letting
Some out. Still edging right
Up to the edge, and sometimes,
quite a bit
Beyond.
Today is the first day of Spring
Farewell!
Hello!
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