Clinking gossamer of phantom links
Weak as will, strong as adoration,
Binds us One from our separate shores,
At times, dangling to currents tumult,
Jerking, teasing a tangled bereavement.
But, at times, tensing to beams of bliss.
Clinking gossamer of phantom links
Weak as will, strong as adoration,
Binds us One from our separate shores,
At times, dangling to currents tumult,
Jerking, teasing a tangled bereavement.
But, at times, tensing to beams of bliss.

Gaia reveals the truth, at times,
Not subtly, but rocking….tumbling
What we deem rock and tumble proof.
That flora in that window box,
So bright and white and red; erect
Despite this freeze? Distance deceives
Our naive hearts and eyes effortlessly.
Scent would have squealed; revealed the fib.
Too high the price a sniff demands?
We “hem and haw” and she larks.
Our claims of dominion, our crow,
As meaningless as plastic blooms.

dead leaves rasp the street
smashed turtle at our feet—blood
caution—slow approach
respectful soft sniff
looking up to me—confused?
unable to speak
“What is this weather in my soul?
This nameless weather:
Squirrel’s flag-tail pulsating
A silent, nil day.
Exceptional drought……
memory’s ceaseless loop roils;
turkey vultures soar.