Somewhere a baby wakes

Dawn over the Horizon 

Somewhere a baby wakes

stretches arms to the sky

blood speckled with flecks

of my dna and spirit
I cannot hold nor see him 

separated by barriers of 

hatred and indifference

Somewhere a baby wakes

and though I cannot hold 

nor see him – I feel him 

running in the fragrant grass

of an endless spirit savannah
sliding through my veins he 

or she laughing in the curve

of my arms – our eyes shimmer 

hearts pulse together -

Somewhere a baby wakes 

stretches arms to sky and

souls meet
inseparable

Sailing

A View of Deal | Joseph Mallard William Turner | Nationalmuseum ...

Sail

I sail a sliver of a silver boat

canvas snapping round the bend

heat and wind follow in my wake as

I sail a sliver of a silver boat

I avoid the arc of surrender –

scan the horizon for helpmates

but in the end in a splendid splash

of archaic modernism I bend to the

curve of the slap of the sail around

the bend of this spinning marble and

pick up my single stitch of shine – my

tiny trip in this colossal sea as I sail

my sliver of a silver boat – alone the

scent of frangipani, futility and hope

pushing me onward … ever onward 

I sail my sliver 



The Sunday Whirl