On The Dam

Many were the words
That built the dam
Holding us all captive

Too busy raging
To hear anything
Of real substance

We settled.
Let go of the rope
And let our consciences drown

Compromise should never include our honesty, integrity, ability to love, or the hope for redemption of even the worst of us.

The Jetty

Heartbeats
Rumble in

Pulses
From across the world

Wild saline
A mother’s touch

Irresistible
Irreversible
Irreconcilable
Irrevocable

Iridescent transformation
From life to life

A little time spent by the ocean fixes many broken connections
I live an extraordinarily boring life, and I’m good with that.

27 minutes of ocean speak:

Chains

Scripps Pier

Neither made of steel
Nor of braided rope
Do I find these bonds

It is the capturing
Of the mind
That can be most corrupt

Control is as simple
As closing my eyes
Under the pier

Waves cover me
Sand breaking the shell
Salt healing my wounds

I have been “under water” for the last eight weeks. Sometimes work requires every ounce of my being. I may play hooky on Friday and breathe a little.

Breaking Web

Age
Feared by some
Scorned by others
Reality for the remaining

The webs we saw
Were so perfectly woven
Waiting for the entanglement
Of the innocent

Time
Sheds our dissonance
And weak intersections
Give way to holes

Where once was shouting
Our righteous position
With mouths shut
We listen

not about anybody. about everyone.

(love this new little Russian lens!)