Who's Who?                    

Mermaid:                                                                                  Jester:

“The story held within this shell                                                 “I bring you flowers to adorn
Is ancient, still you know it well.                                                And still you leave me every morn',
The sea is constant, ever there                                                   I laugh and sing and dance for you
She breeds all life, and keeps her share.                                     But never stall your soft adieu.
The sea is change, she’s never still,                                            There is no place for tears in me
She questions not la Luna’s will.                                                 I share you bravely with the sea.
                                                                        -
I offer you this gift to take,                                                        I’ll take your gift to juggle with.
Reminder of the plans we make.                                                  If it should shatter so goes myth
To you I came from out the sea                                                    For tho’ I touch your lustrous hair
And she will never set me free.                                                   I'm never truly sure you're there.
You laugh as if you know all this                                                  Still,kiss me my enigma sweet
Go now but leave no final kiss.”                                                  'Neath Luna's eye again we'll meet"

  What Doesn’t Kill You

What doesn’t kill you
(and that can be a surprising thing)
Makes you strong.
(like a superhero.  like dynamite.)
I like
(many things.  I like oh so many things.)
to say…
What doesn’t kill you
(like a bullet.  a hardened heart.  dismemberment.)
Grows you strong.
(oak trees.  star systems.)

Sarah, the Run-Away,

Comes to Stay

Cross grain ribbon
Grains crossing to beautiful effect
A lighted bulb interrupting the blackness of night
The darkness of night imprisoning the light
This is a change inside a change
wrought from outer forces
Where you are I was
Yet time ceases, is irrelevant
when I remember my own sources
for the look I see in your eyes.
Are you here that I may assist you
in uncovering your treasures
and burying what is dead
or deserves to die?
Or have you landed in my life, my home
to help me dig up my own bones and diamonds?
Yes, we might say
if we met in our dreams
Yes, we might say
we are the same dreamer
with bodies sleeping separate lives
Bodies distant in age and space
But spirits, souls overlapping
like two surfaces on the same pond
impossible but undeniable.

Haiku:

In the wood’s center
A deer finds its perfect home
Only the trees speak

My hands feel empty
I could fill them with rubies
It would not matter

The moon is cleansing
The starlight is redemptive
Turn your face skyward

Singing for supper
Eating breakfast on a limb
Life is for the birds