Soda moon

Moon floating

bubble carbonation in ocean soda

up up so high to

tickle the nose,

reflected in laughter

of a child’s first sip.

vanilla cream or root beer

as it slips down into the depths

ball of ice cream

in a float

creamy smooth and cool

soothing ripples


with a lip lick and smile.

Fountain man pours

effervescence swirling


up up ,

higher still

till lost from view

sticky sweet memory

all that is left behind.

A piece of it all

I am born

in the sunshine cast on open fields,

I am the quiet calm of circumstance

grown wild and free among my sister the Earth,

brother the moon,

I am the peace of the moment,

the whisper of wind words that blow through

the conscious mind swimming in waves of a heartbeat

sounding from under water

floating amongst it all.

I am the essence of the karma I’ve become,

the good and the bad

yin and yang

two halves making a whole

and the mind in dream

sitting relaxed.

I am a piece of it all,

the fields of birdsong

the forest of shadow and light,

the waters blue lifting

the song of a child

singing in a lonely room

company kept by friends of plastic eyes

and colored fluff,

I am here waiting thinking out loud

hoping the answers come

true to my deepest belief,

a prayer to heal

the ravages of time and testament,

a wish for life.