evening storm

crest
I watched the storm rise
pouring over the mountains
a wave of deep sky

herald
out of the desert
like a forgotten prophet
green wakes from the rain

during a break...

ears
slow down, stop, listen
take the sounds where they lead you
worlds behind closed eyes

simmer

imagined
in the heat of the day
your words become cool breezes
caressing my skin

span
a white sun stretches
effervescent radiance
rising to meet it

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more cooking, so to speak
words, thoughts
clamoring to get out
so I just keep adding....
.................................

caught
turning it slowly
I hold a thought in my hand
a prism of words

it's just late

restraint
they came close today
these thoughts of you, into words
beneath my fingers

saturday glimpse

visceral
I am sorry...but
I can see into your heart
within the deep walls

friday late afternoon

sitting outside in the shade when it's 103
words try to reach the surface
my thoughts thick as tar

rem
sleeping in the sun
the desert dreams of the stars
and cold deep places

friday afternoon

preserver
save me from myself
I am sinking fast to grey
throw me a colour

jot

flamenco
my eyes are dancing
to the happiness inside
no explanation

mid-day

reaction
like a skipping stone
my thoughts touch lightly on you
and my eyes smile

mixed bag

from Nantucket...
flash
fireflies wander
aimlessly from leaf to leaf
searching for summer

outside today (NOT Nantucket!)...
well-done
rocks baked by the sun
into white-hot bits of light
walking on the sky

just because...
shell
you have left me now
like a warm tide retreating
spirals on the beach

a return

I've been away. A needed recharge.
One for now. More to come.
Monsoons have started here in the desert.
Beautiful. Dramatic. Roiling.
blues greys yellows silvers greens...
so much depth to the sky
a crucible
the horizon
sharpened between sky and land


impending
I walk with the wind
swiftly to the storms black door
thundering answer

late/early

unfetter
why am I awake?
to see the stars crazy light
falling from above

saturday evening view

abandon
There, the small blue clouds?
They dance on the horizon,
twirling with the sun!

company
turning and diving
the bats join me on my walk
welcoming laughter

on the subject of need

puzzle
the purpose of need
what is not found in ourselves
filling the spaces

friday...indeed

verge
as I drift away
to leave the earth with the day
breaking barriers

thursday theme

enfold
how can I describe
the gentleness of this day
it embraces me

create
time stops as I walk
the mountains take a deep breath
and exhale the night

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It has been especially gentle in the desert lately.
quiet, peaceful, calm, expectant
Do we affect the world around us
by our own inner state?

wednesday/wonderfulday

loosed
I watch the pale light
gently wash the evening air
as I drift in thought

becoming
in closing my eyes
my boundaries disappear
I am that cool breeze

life scent
a small wondrous thing
came to me in the desert
the smell of damp earth

sunday

quest
I have swallowed fear
it left me hungry for life
honey on my lips

saturday

permanence
stretching and yawning
I slowly wake up and see
what never left me

uncontainable
where does it come from
this laughter that fills my heart
spilling from my eyes

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the tide has turned...

a long walk

this evening
I walked in gold light
and breathed in the horizon
leaving doubt behind


growth spurt
as I pull my shreds
of dignity around me
I become taller
and slowly I look
into the eyes of the sun
returning the smile