Intricacy

I don’t question

the intricacy that

coping and aging requires.

But, I am glad

I don’t forget

what it once took

to navigate my world.

Metaphor

Of course, blue moon is metaphor.

As the second full moon appeared

over the city rooftops it seemed,

like distant love, so very real.

Tide line

A crisp, slightly gray day.

Low tide opens a path:

inspiration for a short dance

or a meandering walk into the mist.

Simply too strong

Rigid, tight shadows and strangely linear:

sometimes the world as envisioned

by some feels simply too strong.

Troubles

…such a modest way

to describe everyday situations

that confuse and compound life.

To be able to pin point them

in 10 minutes  would be such a relief.

Hopefully they are not on TV.

Journey

Life’s passages sometimes seem 

strong and clear. Step by step 

moving toward the end of a corridor,

fully aware of dark at the end. 

And then, light through a window ─

the journey continues.

Dangerous resting place

A quiet Sunday morning,

watching this tiny hummingbird

build a nest in a towering Avocado tree.

Frantic coming and going,

then, she rests on a branch

of a dangerous and beautiful Angel’s Trumpet.

Uncaring about its toxicity

and seeming at peace.