out there
on the island in february
they
watch something from the south point
a dark swimmer doing the butterfly stroke
massive wings pulling
out of the water
onto a rock
... eagle
it's the 'deep magic'
witnessed by those who make
a choice to be burned in the fire
i stood in that flame for seven years
then walked away
alive
here
on miles of beach
i look 'out' to open water
it does not surround me
the sun lifts up
a silver reflection
sky changing colors
while i sit on a high stool
listening to a mystery on cd
painting
purple
in my mind i write
then forget
whole poems while in the shower
hot steam pounding against
the center of my chest
i email my 18 year old son
don't be a victim
expand your vision
if you could be anywhere this summer?
his one word reply
'hawaii'
(smiling, i remember a man telling me it's always spring there)
the world is vast
yet all the same
shepherd's pie on saturday
eve at my daughters
in the nite a snowstorm covers us lightly
with white
someone
from a car tosses a newspaper over the deck railing
to the second floor
thunk
my gray cat husband meows for 'something'
and i chew hot cinnamon gum
withdrawing from sugar and dating sites
it's sunday
waves wash in
restlessness and worship
everywhere