drifting through the celestial seas. i’m a contented captain. when unforseen gusts appear. invade. steer. twist. and turn me midstride. pull one way. push the next. pinning limb to sky. leaving imprints. forms. of my evolving shapes. the frustrations. nuanced annoyances. that build on those hair-in-the-face days. test one’s resolve. and ask where can you find breath. in deceptive blue skies.


after too many colorless sailing days. a swell of gold highlights harbor. ahoy. i have landed. washed up on familiar shores. with boulders built from eroded memories. to rediscover lost loves that were always there. guides. faintly fizzing in crashing waves. waiting to carry me back. willing. across the stress seas. to exciting uneven ground. that induce the need for ready.


a raw open nerve. pulsing. every thought of self-doubt amplified by the echo of negative affirmations. the never, no, not nonsense taking too much time. energy. depleting my core of can, will, and do. orchestrating a struggle for reminders of the high notes. one finds in imperfect life. some days it’s difficult to see beyond the mesh. the barrier. of insecurity.


a darkness is spreading. but with a turn you hit me. consume every space. around in and through me. my celestial obsession. reminder of hope. you golden goddess who breathes energy into wilting wintry souls. i hear you. and fear nothing. armored with the knowledge that your courageous rays rise daily. we will resist this ugliness. band together. and create anew.


lively gardens grow out of layered time. combine cross pollinating the circumstances of now. with ripe heirloom fruits. to form an asymmetrical balance. perfection. teetering in the light and shadows of expansion. between rooted toes and aerial limbs. that create a viney reflection. of each golden ringlet leading to here. to this sprouting existence. an ethereal being. in a splintered sunset.


fear. that fickle captor. bringing about constraint. blinders. convincing there is safety behind the ignorance. in the forgetful fog of contentment. but the doubtful chants begin to quietly echo. question existence. divide down my layers to a remainder of vulnerability. naked. exposed. in the raw openness is where change dawns. and one can finally dare to peek out of the darkness.


she flies from one role to the next. artist. lover. protector. with every encounter adding new skills to her utility belt. this multitasking super heroine thrives in exhaustion. puzzles the pieces of daily compromise. but finds time to hang her cape. momentarily. relax in comforting concoctions. and rejuvenate in stormy sunsets. knowing that tomorrow will call for her ample abilities again.


she’s blended background. tangled twisted metal. unsorted and lost. trapped in restless lack of energy. depression. shoots from the shadows. piercing the remnants of golden hours. skewering those caught in its steely trail. she sinks. further from the day. into a lackluster night. not quite despair. limbo. she knows dawn will come. but this hour she’s a silhouette. begging for light.


were you lost. in the madness of mundane. here we forget. and manifest. this way. to that sacred space. a path twists ahead. join us. the coquettish dreamers tiptoeing through provocative vines. we whisper desires. seedlings that root and flourish in the mystic. adding depth to our play. as we find enchantment. and each other. in a labyrinth of golden cascades.