March 08, 2013

waves


waves...

... of earth, crevaced in stone and silt
     chiseled ridges of clay penetrating the sky
     pressing anchor below tide pool murky depths

... of salt, licking and sipping at the coast
     bathing sand with little toes of driftwood
     gifts of shells telling stories of farther reaches

... of fog, slinking through the curves
     defying the sun’s command over the sky
     dusting the air, my hair, with bubbles of mist

... of music lilting above the pounding surf
     notes brazenly dancing, joyously unrestrained
     floating and flying in a coastal revelry

... of time, pausing in a stolen moment
     milky way matchmaker of sky, surf and sound
     basking content in a mendocino smile





March 05, 2013

silhouette

She relaxed at ease in the coffee shop, watching an Americana band jam on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Every once in a while, she'd mouth the words to a song she knew. Her comfort in the moment, exuded a peace with her past, present and future. A serene smile said she was writing chapters, enjoying each one. Especially this one...