We have walked on different paths,

And laid claim to different priorities.

Still, lingering in some of the same

Spots along the path to see the views

We caught glimpse of similar lookouts.

Sometimes, I was there in winter, while

You visited the spot summer or fall.

The scent of betrayals of our bodies

And along the borderlands of time

From those whose life stretched

To the breaking point of truth

Sheds stories–some we live with

And some we learn from.

There is in all of this

An invisible flight of wings

Touching the sky circling

And flying down to earth

To home again where we meet

On two sides of a bridge–

One recognizing the other

Bridged by the invisible.

Happy Belated Birthday


Poetic Metaphor: Symphony for Cross Country Storming


(an old poem) The line winds are coming. They rumble like planes hidden in the clouds. Out the window my car sits naked to predicted bombardiers. I go about my day with this musical score thundering In the background like … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing 7/8/2013


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It is quiet and still and does not feel like a Monday.  Nothing is moving outside (not even the birds calling to each other).  There is a gray and cloudless sky, so gray the trees are colored by it with … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing for 4th of July 2013


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Blonde curly hair waiving a flag from her tricycle.  Sparklers spun, and red white and blue popsicles or vanilla bars with a thin crunchy glaze and flag colored sprinkles.  The pool in our backyard is assembled.  I am wearing a … Continue reading