1.
that morning in early summer
the prints
come from the marsh
cross road and fences
enter the high tide mark
circle back
why would i not know?
the found bones on the side of the railroad tracks
sheltered between 2 scallop shells
cleansed
with dry sand blowing to the wind
held high to the full of the moon
called 'deer'
we forget
yet we hold the power of ritual
deep in the cells
2.
hummingbird
moves in all directions
up. down. sideways.
the man from childhood i did not recognize
nor him me
at my sister's house
ghosts
the attic gives me dreams of baby carriages
tangled in fishing ropes
a card of earrings
nephews
all yelling
the friend from the island
attributed wild dreams to eating cheese
before bedtime
3.
yesterday
i sign purchase and sales paperwork
yet more important the project director
calls my paintings
spiritual
my older son has a cyst removed from his neck
it attaches to back muscle close to the spine
sometimes
you do what you can
then you wait
in fog
more is often revealed
trust!
that the white egret will fly back to
ocean at sunset
that we'll all find home
dream a bright yellow spider
tucked into iceberg lettuce
a prayer
a web weaving