At the shore

Firmness
Standing the water's edge
scrunching toes digging in to gritty sand
grains scratching, itching
bringing my attention to unnoticed places

I dig deeper
marveling
at the absurd firmness
of countless grains of sand,
a million acrobats
balancing on one another's shoulders,
suspending me,
above what I don't know

The water rushes in to take its turn
swirling
enticing my acrobats
to abandon me, one by one

I feel them leave
as my feet sink down
deeper
lowering me,
toward what I don't know

Kite flying in the Spring of 1968

I am ten years old
and it is time to fly a kite

For what small change
I can squeeze out from
the small slit of my fathers
plastic change purse
I can fly a kite

Running to Parade Market
I make a list:
Kite
String
Stick
Rags

My sense of pride grows
as my kite fly's higher and higher
with each tug of the
long white string

The Kite

The kite soared,
danced and tumbled,
Teased by an erratic breeze.

Tail up, tail down,
Not unlike the four year old
at the end of its string.

Mommy, she cried. Look!
The kite
is flying
me.

Conception

One conceived in ignorance

One conceived in trust

One conceived in love

Two conceived in lust

Child's Play

I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep
I want sleep, I can't sleep, I want sleep, I can't sleep

Trefoil Crown

will you take a walk with me
slow past the future
a ramble to an alternative universe
not yet hatched
sometimes it might be best to close your eyes
or cover your ears
but having been there and having learned the lessons of fear
i will hold your hand
i will sooth your brow
and when you want to scream i will say:
shush, shush everything is ok

will you take a walk with me
slow past the future

i am not scared she trumpets
the past
the present
the future
is my trefoil and i wear it as my crown

there is an ambulance wailing in the background
and as she runs down the street
away from me, just away from me
and holds tightly to her trefoil crown
she flashes out a thrill charged smile
at no one i can see

It's Time

          Counting hours, minutes
                                  A walk on a razor's edge
                    The birth of a child