Monday, March 2, 2015

Life is a Geode


File a scored line on the 
rough and homely crust
wrap it up with course cloth
lay it on the ground 
grab a hammer 
strike it hard 
uncover halved fragments
 stare in wonder 
at the surprise  
sparkling inside 

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Fairhaven Washington On Valentine's Day 2015

Chuckanut Drive
lured us North
around curves -
hugging rocks
on one side and
a high bluff beach
on the other.

Historic Fairhaven's
esplanade held  --
easily bearing
the weight of love
in the bright glare

of rare

winter sunshine.

A single girl on a double
bench watched two gray
heads bend together
laughing over the top
of their canes
while the couple
behind looked over her
shoulders oblivious
to the empty seat
next to her.

Pairs smiled
trios leaned
families laughed
singles jumped
couples lunched
pedalers flew
lovers held hands
and masters petted the
heads of the faithful
at the end of the leash.

Selkies in full view
shed their winter
skins and found
the bracing joy
of salty cold
waterplay again.

And someone chalked a heart
on the steel plate bolted
where the timbers joined.






























All this captivated me --
but not as much as 
being with this man -- 
my best beloved, 
my friend. 

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. You are so beautiful… to me. Hear my voice crack on the high note? 






Friday, February 13, 2015

How To Grow A Heart





She picked up a rock
from the beach but
threw it back into
the surf because
it wasn't finished
yet.

I pocketed an
incomplete one
beginning to be
a heart and found
its twin close by --
completed.

I'm saving it for later
when she might need
a visual reminder.

Darling, see this?  This
is what surrender
and patience
produces.







Sunday, February 8, 2015

Add One Button

I sewed four pillows
to spice up my new
couch with color
echoes.

When I added a large
button in the middle
they snapped from
homemade frumps
to designer accent
custom decor.


What To Keep

in the medicine
cabinet?

I want to hide
the remedies --
disguising the
the realities like
grandma did -
dressing up the
toilet tissue roll
in a crocheted jacket
and matching
flower hat.

But I let curious
snoopers in on the fact --
I have problems like
dry eyes and bulging tissues
throbbing inconveniently
in unmentionable
places along with every
other kind of pain

like their own. Maybe
we can swap war stories
and compare cures
for the best brand
of balm to heal it.




Sunday, January 25, 2015

Making Driftwood




Claw off my bark 
tumble me on rocks
drag me under 
soften my edges 
polish my grain

float me

shrink my bulk
sand my rough ends
shave off my broken limbs
smooth my knots 
skin me 

find me 
washed up
on a lonely beach 
where owls and stars 
watch as you
put me in your pocket
like a treasure 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Wooden Boats



Small hands
clasped around
wooden boats
put the final
touch of gladness
on my day. Kids still
do? Make wooden
boats that float?
And play?








Seattle Boat Show January 2015. If you haven't checked out the intriguing and hospitable website of Whitehall Row,  do so. They had a great booth. People seemed curious about the Tango 14' and Tango 17'. I'm beyond curious at this point. I need one. When you see one of their boats in real life, they are even more beautiful than the pictures. I wish I had a pearl of great price, I'd sell it and buy one….yesterday. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Growing Wings

The nubs are ready
to break through.
They itch and itch
and itch.

I understand how
a yearling's antlers
need a rough
rub on bark to
shred the velvet
casing.

Do you remember
as a child finding
a discarded feather?

If it had separated
into shaggy disorder
we'd lick our fingers
and stroke it with
the grain until the
minute barbs grabbed
each other smooth,
no splits.

I wonder if my
new wings will
need to unfold,
dry out, soar
with strength and
stamina? Will they
need groomed? If
a feather falls, I will
sharpen the shaft
and fill the
quill with ink.