seagull chases heron
(and wins!)
the purring of a ferry engine
and red, gauzy sky
a kind father teaching his children to fish
two kayakers gliding
while girls throw stones
a small tugboat gracefully pulls more than her share
(a metaphor for mothering)
there is peace here
maker of memories complicated and wild flinging your heart wide and open force of nature tender and raw full of smiles wisdom and charm (you)
moonlight on bare skin darkness revealing Eros their hearts in union
Shiva and Shakti lime whiskey laced with laughter sing transformation
“Don’t pack whatever is easiest or most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.” ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes she empty and ever emptier as winter closes in around her waits beneath the cold, icy mantle for the truth her beauty…
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
once, you were a sometimes painful but often happy memory a short run with a rich narrative now, you are a cruel joke in your contention you make a fantastic punchline