I want to age like a mountain let time erode me smooth sink into green fields exhale stones into nearby rivers inhale the next century

no ocean speaks to me today I’m turned towards an older home over cold mountains, across sleeping fields to parents fighting time & shadow

where the clouds meet there is momentary merging exhalation of fog, salt sweet breath everything becomes one until the wind blows it apart

clouds tumble over themselves to reach the horizon first a thin place between ocean & sky that helps the eye separate those two blue spaces I’m in that thin place right now. No separation. No solid ground. I reach for words to steady me.

the other word for blue opposite to sky but not opposed sometimes green dappled flush with silver flash & a black white of something bigger Thinking about the ocean today. Looking at the changes as a light fog blew in this morning followed by clearing skies and some late afternoon sunshine. The ocean has been […]

Yes the rain is falling today. Last night the sky was full of stars and I saw a thin crescent moon much like that snap pea. Today the sky is cloud covered and my world is wet and green – a bright contrast to the dry brown landscape of Calgary where I was visiting. In […]

tonight the moon is a forgotten light thin & tender as a young snap pea it could be taken by a garden thief or buried under tomorrow’s rain On a sleepless night I thought of the moon. I was missing it and wondered what phase it was in. I remembered how many times I’d been […]

in the kind light of morning raven sings a song of coarse turning on this green day side of the door keyhole child is found And who or what is “keyhole child”? I don’t know today. I’m hoping by tomorrow he/she will take shape and let me finish the story. I feel a need for […]

Time to breathe, to take time and stretch it out, to meditate. I am surprised by this picture I am creating, some strange story of raven, key and child. I know it is influenced by my current situation – by the rhythms I am keeping with my granddaughters, with stories read and songs sung. I […]

I’m flying by the seat of my pants, improvising, inventing, throwing away and trying over. So much work for a few lines that might not survive past this month. The story unfolds before me. I did not know there was a key when I began and now that there is a key, I find a […]