twists and turns

of roadway behind.

now a straightaway.

clear skies

on a horizon

of late day sun.

I see

I’m heading into sunset.

driving on plains

that skyline surrounds you,

as if centered

on Earth’s midsection,

right in her belly.

there may come a T

or a Y

or a fork

in the road,

but I’m still heading

where the sun sleeps.

see you there.


open now


surrounding silence,

is the peace

we all hope to harness.

bridal and reigns –

grab it

if and when

you can.

seal it in sterile water.

pasteurized for the keeping.

able to be opened –

a break of air,

a loosen of the tight fit,

and a breath in, …

the calm scent

of that bottled serenity,

felt once,

may be felt again.


to surrender

does not turn our hands over

in still motion

allowing the cold water to spill

until wrinkled skin

envelopes the supple –

giving up –

surrender is the cupping

curving up of hands

collecting flowing water

in acceptance

that not all will be gathered

not all will stop in course

the stream will pour over

wet running from fingers

toward bony wrist

with understanding and gratitude

that some will pool

and we will have enough

to end our thirst