HEAT LIIGHTNING

                                                               

                                                                  HEAT LIGHTNING

                                                                    Love the lightning—

                                                                    jagged strokes 

                                                                    of brilliant light:

                                                                    no crackle,

                                                                    no thunder,

                                                                    just

                                                                    sudden,

                                                                    silent

                                                                    brilliance.

                                                                   Can’t be transcribed

                                                                   lest they set

                                                                   the page aflame.

                                                                    July 24, 2013

BEACH NOTES

       BEACH  NOTES

   

         Sea and Sun

The sea is a loving mother,

cleansing bodies, lifting spirits

as her children frolic

in the heart of happiness;

then late the sun

intensifies all colors

like lights turned on within.

           New Day

Day is new and so are you,

fresh as the first wave to reach the shore.

“…begin and cease and then again begin…”

(“Dover Beach,” in case you want to look it up.)

You are finite, but child of infinity,

who made you and did not desert you. 

You have nothing to fear,

no need for greed,

so just relax

in the rhythm of the universe,

which is most apparent

here at the sea

which speaks

to the rhythm within.

             Rain

The rain plays tag with the sea—

little sister/big sister, a family reunion. 

Sea birds fly askew, pelicans in precision.

Beach runners crisscross

in silent brotherhood, sisterhood,

or whatever hood you choose

since language has been sacrificed

at the Queen of He-or Sheba’s altar. 

The rains came, the rains went, the rains came again.

         July 16, 2013

THE SEA AND ME

      THE SEA AND ME

                  I

I’ve come back to the sea,

not that it ever deserted me

in highland and on dry land.

Oneness has always been our wont.

                II

Sound of the sea,

mythical, mystical, magical—

doesn’t matter what you call it,

the choices approach infinity.

And then the rain, hard rain,

crisscrosses the horizontal

with vehement verticality

while lightning and thunder

play their assigned roles.

                III

Is this really happening,

or did I come out of that surgery

on the other side of consciousness---

ecstasy, phantacy. dance, trance? 

The answer must keep the source a secret.

          July 7, 2013

MIRACLE

      MIRACLE

Every breath’s a miracle,

every blending the same

but raised to upper case,

synchronicity,

a new energy within,

words no longer needed.

   June 29, 2013

SURGERY

SURGERY

Cut out

the part

that was dead,

mending now

on the road to wholeness

and the life

that’s long been waiting

to be lived,  

staleness discarded

for the freshness

of flowers in bloom. 

The mind now

running and jumping

through fields

of lovely sounds

longing to

become a song.

June 29, 2013