Saturday, May 28, 2011

this is a personal observation in regard to water versus rock: I think of myself as a multi colored, multi surfaced rock tumbling and bouncing through the watery stream of life. Sometimes I get lodged up against a larger rock, a stuck in place rock, but the flow of the water dislodges me and I once again roll with the current. The sound of the stream is what is attractive to me; the tinkling, laughing sound of freedom, freedom to move on, freedom to stay in place, freedom to temporarily float in a still pool, and then freedom to catch that current and move on to whatever comes next.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

when the light is flashing...

at night
in the wrinkled cloth of night,
the stoplights flash,

a plea for help...

as furtive shadows creep
denying kindness
and healing.

the sounds of metal scaping

and odor of wet asphalt,
releasing thin
recede into the night noise
static recede
perfume of night

flashing lights