High Tide Letting Go

Carved names in the sand

High tide quietly catches me by surprise 

It’s outstretched arm reaches out and sweeps the sand free and clear

Retreating back to sea, not empty handed


Embrace the Rain


Trickles down from high altitudes 

White turns blue, blue to clear

Transparent drops divulge more than I wish

On my sleeve they roll without mapped destinations

I am it, it is me

Embracing rain, leaves me drenched, cleansed yet a bit uncomfortable 

Acceptance, not easy, a long road

Puddles collect, reflections emerge

Tomorrows not to be feared