Saturday, May 28, 2011


That metal sheet you meant
for a project you meant to start
last winter, is lying in the garage.
I was looking at it, wondering
if you still remember what it is
that you wanted to do with it.
Would you notice if I threw it out,
then accused me of discarding
this thing you happily found?
It is your idea waiting for you to start
but it is lying rusting in our garage.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

A line in the sky

I saw no jet,
only the faint white scar where it passed,
like a fleeing thought
streaking across
the infinite ceiling in my head

and then lost.

(Inspired by HVP's photo.)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Rock embedded on the sandy beach

Brave it, rough rock
upon the beach
where the waves beat
and crash
until the face that resists
is smoothed
and restless water
that rise
and fall with the tide
run over
pull away
like silk against skin.

(Inspired by HVP's photo)