Beautiful poem and artwork, Steve.

inconstant light


Crossroads on the valley floor, a sign,
a part-time river colored laundry blue,
and by the water in a town, the air is scented
with hot absence, molecules in chaos
ignoring windward motion.

The parkland’s plaque is dull, I make it shine,
reflect the woken world with Brasso,
and polish out its words:

You wonder why you’re still asleep.
Your other wonders why he’s still awake.

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the festive globes

remind me

it is high time

they come off my mini Christmas tree

i love the lights

the festive bublé melodies

they make me happy

wipe away those maladies

and i love the warm apple cider

with an old-fashioned strawberry shortcake

to sleep on a hammock under the stars

and wait for the kiss of a snowflake

the cat

“She went looking for Eternity
to clarify the universal observer’s role”…Love it!

inconstant light


While I was washing roses by the gate
with a dash of liquid Omo on a toothbrush,
fish-heads came to mind,
and I began a metaphysical meander
with just the two of us: my neighbor’s cat and I.

Two chords for self-taught breathing,
causality’s unwound tidal oscillations,
nor birds nor raindrops nor Pangaea:
everyone is waiting for a doorway in the wind,
feather-dusting the furniture for departure.

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embers and fire


Photo by Nathan Lindahl on Unsplash


frosty gardens
decorated with many a festive light
the black starry skies
such a wondrous sight
exchange gifts
convey new year greetings
make new promises
for more coffee meetings
comment on the new designs
travel infused holiday glow
choose to go
with the flow
wondering how to get to the other side
need one glimpse a chance to say hi
as the new year dawns
sit on the beach and sip cardamon chai
talk about this and that
be silent as we hold hands
watch life slip by
like turquoise waters kissing the white sands
to love
is to let go
but can it also be
to ask for a little more
i take one step forward
you gently push me back
to where I want to go
need a heart and no map
for what we sometimes want and imagine
can be more than a fleeting desire
some lives are connected
like embers and fire
i think about our lives
across the miles sweet mysterious ties
i choose to sleep like a content child
while the moon plays with the starry skies





selective focus photography of white cherry blossoms at sunset
Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com


your mornings

my nights

our days

no senseless fights

comforting solace

strange deep connection

nothing heartless

just a fascination

for simple things

no bling

so much joy

they always bring

like a child

i frantically turn and search

while you graciously hide

a stranger out of reach

we will find each other

someday somehow somewhere

may the bold morning sun gently shine on you

my far away cherry blossom…won’t you take care?