What Crosses My Mind

  • Quiet Stream

    Water ripples upon sun baked rocks glints of morning light play music the eyes of summertime. ~ If my line can land just beyond above the current a soft settle might then I borrow from the pools a master swimmer lights my reel. ~ A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal, those small boulders like…

  • We took a walk together, a cool spring would flow the night’s waves lapping upon the evening shoreline soothing our mind as if to suggest a pause. – An appreciation of stars aligning the sky we might look forever not mattering such is the cosmic phenomena sweet, out of reach yet a dangle – of…

  • Choosing the Listener

    I wonder if it is so easy to recognize the sweet recall of one time being heard, when it could be felt, when word might resonate, walking along a creek, listening, the water gurgling forward, a purpose, a design, an always, and me, the quiet remedy to a vacant stare watching, wondering, hoping, waiting really…

  • Gravity Is Patient

    Weight(less) A Whisper in the Forest ~ When I whisper a cool draft escapes shadowed in morning sunlight I can see you exist all the different angles of creation amidst the tragedy of a waiting table of spring eternal. We still find a way to continue our travel with a blinding speed, yet some, Nature…

  • Take Me Home

    i wandered along the river bank, a crystal churn of noise nearby always a good reminder of life when caught inside the chasm’s grip. ~ There lies inside the mind a certain ineptitude when given an opportunity to seize our clues to good. ~ Easily pulled inside the current our waves of deceit to follow…