Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Bay Morning in Stereo

to my left
the sound
of birdsong
to my right
the voice
of a child

i open my eyes
to the warm breath
of the rising sun

in the distance
a dark speck
upon the water
becomes a
creature
seeking
sustenance
in the depths
captured
by starfire
upon the
waves

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Thoughts of Farewell

i feel myself leaving already
such is the nature of things
these days i think
when one can in a few hours
move from warm sea wind
to winter’s breath

my destination begins its
subtle call and my mind
answers
the list of responsibilities
left behind begins to
roll behind my eyes

but grains of these sands
will remain with me
the taste of salt on my lips
like my lover’s kiss
the ache in my arms from the
surf and fishing in the deep

and in the days ahead
the memories of this place
her beautiful people
melodic conversations
will follow me into my dreams
as i close my eyes
in sleep

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Heiwa Haiku 106

wind-driven ocean ~
i hear the waves on the shore ~
as night brings her dreams

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

Wind of Constancy

wind of constancy
blowing in from the sea
filling me

pushing away the lethargy
that has so encumbered me
within this mortal body

i listen for divinity
in this wind of constancy
a call to be free

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree, SLOW MOVES, Travel

Flight

when we arrived
a man in shorts
sandals and a
machete
was climbing
the palms
for coconuts

when she went
to see him
he gave her a
coconut
when she
returned
with money
he refused
and gave her
another one

generosity
and times
like these
are sweet
like the
coconut
water
dribbling
down
my chin

i could
hold onto
this place
like a
kind stranger
clinging
to the
waving
fronds
high up
in a
palm tree

or i
can let
the experience
be what it
has been
the strange
bittersweet
taste of
seasalt and
mango

near the beach
a seabird
holds tightly
to the
electric wire
before
suddenly
letting go
and
surrendering
to the pull
of the
ocean
wind

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree, Travel

Entanglements

even in this place
of hidden beauty
the sargasso
has invaded

it lies like
a dark serpent
in coils along
the beach
blackened by the sun

it clutters
the water
hides the coral
flickering fish
of color
from view

it sticks to the skin
green strands
and seed pods
to be rinsed away
before the door

yet today
the waters are clear
my body floats free
above the reef

a blue parrot fish
darts in and out
of the shadows
just out of reach

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Faith

sometimes
when the light
strikes the water
in a certain way
the sea is too
bright to look at
one turns away
blind

yet not seeing
i still know
it is there

the ocean remains
i smell her scent on the wind
i taste her salty sweat on my lips
i hear the soft sound of her waves
crashing on my shore

Posted in Photoshop Creations

Journey

Ancient map reveals the destinations for a sailing ship

Notes: Illustration for blog, photo from Baltimore harbor over old map, blue color seemed to fit, ocean?

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