Woo Hooo... Another Summer Saturday

It is that day I savor for its particular

flavor...

Summer Saturdays

I almost feel as if I am

nine.

Not ten or eleven but nine

Old enough to while away the

day absorbed in the imagination

but young enough to be

free

from worry

from lonliness

from any care but today

free with the hardest decision

simplicity itself - whether to go fishing at the pond

build a fort - ride bikes to the river

and lay back and listen to the horns of the tug boats go by

muddy muddy mississippi

sounds scents and sights.

Summer Saturdays

Oh Hello! It's Friday

Whatcha doing?

A Lovers Moon

A lover's moon

I look at the sliver of the waxing moon
reclining against a sky washed with steel blue
purpling slender clouds
fingers caressing
I know it is a lover's moon.
the scimitar curve with dual tips
razor points that rend and slice beyond healing
as a lover does in silent leave-taking.
A lover's moon.

er... would you believe me if I said.....

Name that Tune

What do you think should be playing on this radio?

fragments

I am waiting for barren trees

for leaves that fall

without one breath ever being felt

I can see the color

but only in my memory

it flickers bright

but only for a moment

fragments

Thoughts for a Monday

Saturday

Summer Saturdays.

Remember when you could jump out of bed throw on your swimsuit and shorts and be out of the house? Who knew where you would go. Beach or Swimming hole or the pool. You didn't worry about anything except perhaps being home by dark. Go ahead. Do it again. Give yourself a Summer Saturday... Even if it is in your own back yard with the kids and a hose.

Today...

I am asked why is everything so dark.

I say it is not dark it is just the other side

of light...

If there is sun...

there will be a shadow

but would you

give up the sun just to avoid the shadow?

I think I will stay here in the sun today

and enjoy the shadows it casts.

Suicide and Silence

stiletto heels strike an assured cadence
stairway spiraling skyward
a sigh
a last single step
Screams

spinning

a downward symphony
slash stillness
sirens
silence
sweet serene silence

Resting

I am resting
in the shadows
Of life
I can see the light from here
But...
it can not blind me
with its hope
I can feel the warmth from here
But...
it can not burn me
with its passion
I can cry here
And...
no one hears
that is the point
of being here
for now

Of Fish and Lures

Often times....
I feel...

like a too small fish....
mesmerized. . .
by a too bright,
unattainable lure...
the lure flickers as it darts past...
tantalizes and mocks my simplicity...
as it dangles briefly...
teasing, intentionally...
then draws away...
leaving a faint trail...
that fades...
along with the allure of it.

Wonder

"The most beautiful thing we can experience

is the mysterious. It is the source of all true

art and all science. He to whom this emotion

is a stranger, who can no longer pause to

wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as

dead: his eyes are closed."

(Albert Einstein)

Journey

spring rain falls...

one droplet trails down the pane of glass

its course wavering

it touches another

they form together

one

together they move a course

unsteady, halting, shifting

their course ever traveling downward

their goal unknown

the glass holds imperfections

moving headlong

their journey seemingly smooth

the shimmer of the distortion draws them

only beauty do they see in the flaw

as they touch it together

it splits them asunder

they travel on alone

each carrying a part of the other

downward into the unknown.