Noon, Midsummer (20.06.20)

A westerly wind

Throws its arms around my shoulders

A warm hug

While all the leaves

Laugh loudly

On this midsummer noon

A day flying bat over the pond

Mirrored by a dragonfly

Above the rust and ragged robin

Dances in time to distant drums

Young apples and old carp

The perfect balance

A snapshot

Of this midpoint on the solstice

 

On the hill they wait

Old stones counting songs

Till sunset

But here, in this warm breeze

Now the storm has past

I count my blessings

As the year moves on

 

 

Inside The Shell

In opalescent light I sit inside

A wall around me of my own making

If I put my ear to the shell

I hear an ocean outside

A strange current on the surface

Washing over words and dreams

Photo flotsam, memory jettison

Passing ephemera of a life

Pearly surface reflecting

All superficiality spiraling away

Here, in this quiet amphitheatre

I am unshackled

From the tides of pandemonium

Quietly sustained

Within the cathedral shapes

Inside the shell