Riding on Wings

Invisible currents flow over steel, pulling us skyward,

The metal bird swiftly passes through rain storm clouds.

Departing the patchworked fields of an Indiana spring,

Loved ones farewelled,

Eyes gaze expectantly toward distant shore.

A heaven-blown wind flows uplifting, outstretched arms turned wings,

Spirit sets in, lifting powerfully through the night, giving rest in an eternal dawn.

Departing forever a winter of the soul,

Farewelling square wooden boxes,

Our gaze is fixed on the Land to come.

time to go to sea

Sandside I slump, on shelled shore, sun screened and sipping soda, unaware of rising tide.
The waves lap my feet, childish, childlike.
I settle into my shallow rock pool.
It’s pretty. Controlled. Tepid. You could say lukewarm.
Occasionally, mercifully, the tide refreshes it
And that unforgetting love spills in, flooding my dry sand living.

I have been playing adult-like, fun-less,
Responsibly boring the world,
Offering religion, not new life living,
Forgetting I was made to be as simple as the waves.
Missing, simply, the fathomless sea.

Words ring in my ears, in my mouth: “Try harder,” “Read, pray, do…MORE.”
Words so unrefreshing, untouched by tidal tonic,
Stale on tired, heat-stroked ears.
But your one word stroke broke yoke-rules, found parched hearts,
Mine among them.

We study the sea,
Read books, endure lectures, schedule workshops,
Then, with dry feet, speak of how nice it would be
To swim.

The tide is turning, the sea calls me in.
There are some strokes to acquire—
Backstroking forwards,
Freestyle living,
Even butterfly,
Flying.
But surely the splash and splatter of learning is better than stagnant pools or stifling sand,
Sheltered from revitalizing thrill.

Time brings tide’s pull, I splash in, all I feel is new.
I dive, delve into your effervescence, afloat in you.
Stillness and movement mingle, a sweetness of life.
A soul-craved life.
That which clothed me, masked me, left onshore—
Religious duplicity, scanty love living, safety settling.
The tide is turning now. Will you take me to the deep?
The swirls along the rocks tell me that it is
Time to go to sea.

 

friendship fathomed

Finding

you, invisible,

somehow always here.

Forging, like liquid steel,

friendship in me, that cannot be fathomed.

I feel, wave, upon shore, afresh, with you.

I speak to, you, invisibly there.

And there is more than sea.

I see you walk,

across galaxy,

somewhere within

I see your surfing life with me.

Moments, I breathe, warmth of time lived with you.

To forget you, would be to forget the sea.

Curiously, wonderfully, being with you, makes me me,

Finding you

is

finding

me.

 

time unseen

time. carrying us, sweeping through diverse aromatic landscapes, glimpsing laughter and longing, our momentary timeless existence.

time. air unseen, a breeze never still, embracing, leaving us beyond its breath.