Red water runs

Moving menace

Fish flounder in sickening seas

Birds will die from poisoned fins

Sadness as the breath

Escapes in particles

Consuming oxygen

Killing life.

Can’t breathe here suddenly

Escape back to safer climate

Down the street and away

We are able

We run seeking shelter

If only they could too.

Went down to the jetty today to experience our first red tide since we’ve been living near the gulf, upon exiting the car, the particulate in the air took your breath away, I came home feeling sick and my nose plugged up and we were only out for about a minute and a half. It is horrible and my heart aches for the fish dead and dying and the birds that consume them awaiting the same fate a little bit in the future. Praying for it to break up and go away sooner rather than later. No swimming, no shark teeth hunting, no peace. Sigh. Not my image, googled one as my photos came out not so good, not enough time to get a good shot…couldn’t breathe.

With you

I close my eyes
As fever burns
Coursing through
I see you there
Not so far away
Yet I cannot be
Where I need to be
I cannot be
There with you.
The hands that heal
Will hold your force
As it moves through the hands
With light and life
To see you well
To feel you move
Free of the burden
Blood like a river
Moving past
The rocks that block.
I close my eyes and I am there
By your side
A daughters wish
To the light above
To see you through
To be by your side
Once more
But for now I wait
I send energy out
To see you smile
Once more
Another day
I will come
As my body betrays
At a time most needed
You are there
And I am here
And the saddest times
Are those spent apart today
Of absence
Of longing
Of ability to be
With you.

My mother is in for carotoid artery surgery this morning and I have a severe cold bug and cannot be there for her for fear of getting her sick. As I cough and sneeze, she is being healed by a surgeons hands. I send my energy out to stand in my stead, sad yet secure that she will be well once more. Asking for healing prayers this morning. Thank you my friends.

Fever is a house

Normalcy like a foundation
Built strong
To withstand
The winds and storms,
Tattered a bit
Here and there
Fixed and put right.
Fever is a house
Foundation legs crumbling below
Precariously balanced,
Yet still home,
Just not quite right.
It needs the time
To be built again
As sand will wash away
With the passing tide,
Like time slowly deteriorating
Muscle and skin,
Sagging roof
And dirty windows
Needing the cleaning
For which to see out.
Tired house listing
Side to side
Like an uneasy gait
Just wanting to fall
Into the abyss
And sleep and dream
Of becoming the mansion
Of its dreams,
Of being strong
Of healing.

Thoughts on being sick in comparison to this poor house, with thanks to who ever sent this head cold my way but mostly not.