A moment in balance

Posted by: on Aug 22, 2014 | 3 Comments

The Bay is glassy, stretching from the darkening shoreline,
beneath the hull, to the far off horizon.
Pink-orange sun lowers incrementally into its salty depths,
one long fingered reflection reaches across water’s surface,
pointing east to the rising moon. Gentle ripples–echoes
from a distant passing Deadrise–fracture the reflection,
our bodies lift gently and then settle with each passing wave.

We tear our gaze from the sun, moths trying to leave the fire,
and turn to search for the Supermoon.

Behind us in the dusky blue sky, rising on the cosmic see-saw,
full, above the shoreline, it’s edges becoming visible
as the shadows thicken. Moon’s glow increasing
as the sun’s diminishes. We float between water and sky
on a slack tide, waters still, current held in balance;
twilight equilibrium, holding space

where we recharge and cultivate peace.

After Spring Rain

Posted by: on Apr 18, 2014 | 2 Comments

Post rain sweat sticks my bare soles to the porch.
The air heavy with relief and the cold
close behind. The Dogwood tree bracts just
unfurling green and expectant waiting to hold
white unbloomed blossoms.

At Sea

Posted by: on Apr 16, 2014 | 2 Comments

The waves lap the hull then fall back on themselves
disapating into sea foam.
Lap, fold, hiss.
The schooner rocks gently, cradled
on a deep royal blue blanket spread past the horizon.
My body, cross legged and rocking on my sitz bones,
mirrors the movement, shifts
with each rise and fall, a slight lean.
Lines creak, straining against the breeze
that billows the sails floating through the air like clouds.
The sun hits my shoulder blades and falls against
the nape of my neck as I close my eyes
to just listen, to just feel.
Out in the silence, it is incredibly loud.
Lap, fold, hiss.

In the Aftermath of Grief

Posted by: on Apr 16, 2012 | 2 Comments

for Reema (4.16.2007)

I remember your face

as it was the day before the April snows.

We danced together,

swirling skirts and twirling feet.

Fractal Moonrise

Posted by: on Feb 16, 2012 | 4 Comments

for Jenna and Nick

 

As the sun sets, the full moon rises pink

over the bay. White caps crest,

fold back within, and crest again.