Suspended Below the Surface

Muted sounds beneath the sea

Lying on slumbered currents, looking up

The shimmer of the sun radiates above the surface, watching

Peace’s suspension cradles me in an embrace

Slow motion’s warmth touches my skin in affirmation

And I wonder how long I can hold my breath to make this moment last

Chance Encounters Fate

Rounded corners bind unexpected ties

Narrow pathways leave little room to pass

Sudden encounters suspend thought then motion

Standstill’s silence hangs in the air


Racing thoughts nudge unspoken words

Glances met, uncertainty exchanged

Chance and fate barter for this moment

Unclear who won the tug of war


Corners rounded, anticipation chants

Encounter’s scent remains at my side

Past’s mirage reflected in the mirror

No escape, nowhere to hide

The Shape of Blue

What shape does blue cast

Seeping beneath skin and voice

Shades change, without control or anticipation

Pinprick reminders morph to warm summer skies

The pendulum swings back and forth

Momentum, it cannot be stopped

Footsteps, not always in line with the beat

Imprints are left behind

A reminder of where we’ve been


A lighthouse cups her hands around her mouth and calls out into the darkness

A weather vane ignores the wind and gazes beyond yesterday’s drifting clouds

Rocks pin an unfolded map on four corners, not wanting the past to fly away

The North Star embraces the sky, waiting to catch my eye and lead me home