• when love follow

    when love follow
    sweet-water tears tremble
    a temple spire
    spark wire where barn swallow swoop
    glide billowy air onto hallowed roof

    lick the wound of winter burn
    turn in the wind
    discern a truth
    too cold to murmur

    sweep seas
    seize pleas
    foam wave yearn
    gravity awaken

    moon stillness
    ocean break sandy silt mothers milk renew
    fish pass briny school of scrod and blue

    can’t count the ways
    you’ve cast away the line terribly taut
    with better things to do than fish for thought

    inside a bitter bark
    for you are true
    and well and smart
    find your way
    in silver gray and darkest heart

    rumor take the schooner catching tuna
    drink from tides that flow
    countless milestone

    skip across river so
    beckon you the blessing
    my gentle joy in peace thou go
    and I am left confessing.

  • tilapia

    when we were young we were older than time
    coming from the other side.
    when we were born the stage was set-with stars
    moon sun oceans rivers lakes streams.
    animals in their majesty depend on the kindness
    of nature.
    love ephemeral creative eccentric thoroughly
    kinetic-more committed than ever grateful
    for every day to give and to receive a genuine
    moment shared with those special someones
    who forgive my worst encourage the best,
    and laugh with tears in eyes it’s just so funny!
    the cats Molly and Cisco speak and understand
    a good deal of English-Grandma my mother is
    visiting-I explained to m & c they’ll be having
    supper in the computer room tonight. they
    understood perfectly and sat down on the
    futon looking like chickens do-I presented
    them with their 2 plates of their fave tilapia
    they seemed interested so I left the room and
    joined mom in the kitchen-she had served up
    mushrooms & peas, string beans, sesame
    noodles and before mom could get a shrimp
    with cocktail sauce in her mouth Molly had
    jumped up on the table trying to swat mom’s
    shrimp out of her hand to the floor. Mom is
    not really an animal person so I had to tell
    her don’t yell at Molly mom-cat scratches
    can be terribly painful! Then in a high pitched
    voice mom was saying get down sweetheart-
    get down baby-I interceded and gruffly said
    get down! actually we didn’t laugh over
    this story-I don’t even know why I’m
    telling it?