potential energy

in simpler times
the day could be gray
well into the night,
but all was fair
and all was easy
as she folded linens in the
hallway before supper

the garden swayed
in sunlit explosions
just outside the window,
life was stored in each
tranquil breath
as she folded linens in the
hallway before supper

its a changed day
and chaos climbs like
weeds and vines
choking the house in.
ignorance is bliss
as she folds linens in the
hallway before supper

life unencumbered
is a crazy dream,
hardships and heartaches
have insatiable appetites.
there’s bombs on the horizon
as she folds linens in the
hallway before supper

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

harbor

soft rescue
isolation in your harbor

where does the
gazing into nowhere
lead to

daydream playgrounds
the far-off happiness
laughter in love

I want to bring everything
closer,
all obtainable

the distraction holds me
for just a few moments
and then I turn

always toward you
  my One
  my One

always toward you

(my photo)

journal-20, out of place

I don't know if I'm happy yet. nothing here knows me and I know nothing of it. feeling distant from everything. uncomfortable and unsure. my familiar home, the midnight beach, is so far away. I should be there right now. I can feel it all around me ... nostalgia is a ghost, slowly dissipating ...

and these same stars are not the same. and these trees that rustle in the wind are not the ocean's waves. the impact is different. I am unaffected so far. but we are still strangers getting acquainted. perhaps misunderstood. perhaps standoffish

I'm a late night soul. never ready for the sunrise. an aching gaze, restless, agitated. but the morning rises beautifully here. nature awakes in astounding colors, fresh with dew and wings and songs. a nude arrival, unabashed and outspoken

I will learn this new romance, embrace this new intimacy, form this new bond. this will be the place of my body. this will be the place of my heart. there's peace here, if I can settle into it. we need some time together. we need poetic interaction. we need not refuse the newness of obvious love. we just need some more time together... for now, I'm still feeling out of place

(my photo)