Poem: The Perfect Day

This day, the perfect
Day, as any other
The sun has risen, there is still
The song of birds at my window
Light breeze dapples sunlight
Between leaves, wafting
Fresh green scent from
Herbs freshly watered
This day, a new
Day, a new vision of hope
Without which there could
Be no other perfect days
No other recollections of love
Nor expectations of wonder
The sun has risen, and I
In my heart know
That the moon will rise
Bright in the night
To shine upon my dreams
Once again
(c) 29 May 2013

Senryu: Seer

Un-foretold future

Nevertheless reminds us

That someone awaits

© 20 May 2013

Poem: Iris

Poem: Meet You There

Eyes closed in the twilight
Of sleep, the moment between
……………..Here and there………………
Diving into black, starlit waters
Inhale the coolness of night
 float…
 silent….
 reaching….
Break through the surface
Of gentle waters, step
Onto sands of shifting Time
We are there, gathered beneath
The bending tree of our own
Imagination…
              Mine is Willow….
                          We wait for you….

(c) 5 March 2013

Poem: sea otter

"methinks you are more
comfortable with
one toe in a boundary"
she said...


as we discussed my
recent slip into selfish
indignation, my
declaration of independence
belied by my fears
of non-acceptance

my toes will only
point one direction
at a time! i cried

i dip them in this
water, then that...
full immersion feels
like drowning...

Yet, it is all one
vast and living ocean
all waters come to
play in the bay
with the sea otters
for awhile

footprints in the sand
are washed away
with the waves of
eternal ebb and flow

sea otter, i shall slip
into the waters with 
the others, holding hands
that we might not
drift apart

(c) 22 February 2013

Poem: Peregrini

Not an ounce of the Irish, I am

Nonetheless Celt, the

Spirit of the Peregrini lives

In this Scotswoman's heart

The strength of the Dane

Her foundation, the wanderlust

Of the ancestors pulling

This pilgrim soul

Surrounded by the Angels

Seeking the Wisdom of Christ

Who has been the Light

Shining from the Dawn of Time

There is no better Pilgrimage

There is no other life

But the wandering life

Stagnant spirits haunt places

Regretting that they have not

Gone beyond boundaries

Regret upon regret

That they did not know

The Mystery of a God

And of a Life which

Cannot be bound,

As they have been

Caught between the

Imposition of fear

And of desire

Following the Mysterious

Light of the Christ

Toward the Glorious

Song of Creation

The Pilgrim need not board

Longboat, nor curragh, nor jet plane

But only must open the door

For the expansion of the mind

The opening of the heart

The emergence of the spirit

No longer bound by the limits

Of this temporal life

Surrounded by the Angels

Seeking the Wisdom of Christ

Who has been the Light

Shining from the Dawn of Time

There is no better Pilgrimage

(c) 17 January 2012

Poem: Time Spent Cloistered