Calm waters

She waits on the edge of life as it happens,

casually watching from a watered world,

gentle and languid she moves going nowhere,

the mermaids tale waits to be told.

What does she gather behind smiling eyes,

where magic comes together and can formalize

into something amazing and the sense that will be

as she swims in pools of a universal eternity.

Silently she ponders the sun and moon tides

and slips below the surface to count her stars,

as they edge into the corals of this beautiful life

soft the grasses move as she passes

for she is among those she calls friends

and love is heard in the songs of the sea,

shadows of clouds break to let in the light

and blue-green water beckons the sailor to come near,

with a flick of her tail she dives to the depths

knowing the eyes follow the movement of ripples

she will rise when she’s ready

hearing the call of the lulling rain

washing upon the soul of her life.


Nostalgia (haiku)

Sundays with Grandpa

Happy forest family

Reptiles lurk below.


Lumbering giants

friends who come to save the day

Moments remembered.


Black and white world then

life filled with easier times

captivated awe.

Went kayaking the other day and saw a gator a few feet away churning in the water, and now images of the old Tarzan “movie for a Sunday afternoon” days keep bubbling up in my mind. Nostalgia at its best.