
homemade signs
ampersands & the capital “Q”
velvet
the smell of coffee
Elton John song “Take me to the Pilot”
early morning
the sound of geese
a rainy day
toast and jam
the blue hour of evening

I watched a hawk catch a small fish from the lake. His perfect form, the envy of witnessing geese, and clumsy dogs and noisy seagulls. Were the other fish mystified by the sudden disappearance of their friend? Did they swim quickly away in fright and apprehension, having their lives pass before their cloudy, bulging eyes?

I am a traveler swimming in strange and mystic waters.
I am a trader searching for peaceful horizons
and hospitable harbors.
I am a drifter floating and following yellowed and aging maps.
I am a Peter Pan pirate of sweet and guazy dreams.
I am the captain of my own destiny.

I will meet you there, in a dream forest of jade and obsidian alcoves, in the dawning dusk at the platform by the stilled waters. I will meet you in a hushed whisper and a silent embrace. And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.