Wednesday, April 18, 2012

366 Days - Waking From A Dream

I dreamed we never knew each other
but instead of oblivion,
I wandered dimly lit hallways
searching for a trace of you
fragments of bone or drops of blood
proof you had paced these floors beside me.
An orderly offered me cold compresses, strips of gauze
and slices of stale bread
when all I really wanted was a glass of wine.
Wine that tasted of sterling silver and sea salt,
smoky anise and stone cherries.
I lay down on a raft
waiting there silently
until he struck a match and pushed me out to sea.

Friday, April 6, 2012

366 Days: night sky haiku

The moon is joyful

waiting for us to notice

pregnant with her hope.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

366 Days: ten ways the day converged in the hollow of a tiny spoon

Bicycles spinning across the water.

Architecture rising to our attention.

Bathing in sunshine.

Laughing at dogs while freedom towered above us.



Water to wine.

Sun setting on a verdant secret garden.

Sweet cream.

Moon gaping between gnarled oak branches.