borders

fence joins with ocean,
boundaries are strange objects.
water hugs both sides.

within silk canyons 

lavender in a pitcher

i am my temple.

mirror photos

i take our picture,

a mirror washes us out,

we shift in focus.

sick today

blanket fort inside,

sudden sickness, tired eyes

small gifts pull me out.

highway lemons

watching a green truck

bed overfilled with lemons,

to smile feels foreign.

Gorman

Gorman

doe-skinned mountains meet

sunglasses with light pink frames

i lift my eyes back up from sleep

california wilds untamed.

Si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait

fluorescent field-flowers writhe

under the wind, dance like Salomé,

impressed, we take to hills and climb.

out of breath and burning gasps,

your hands create effortless rings

we settle deep into tall, dry grass

warm-and-pink light trawls, haloing.

between these hills, rivers, ravines
i look for something clean.

lead me beside still waters

rain polishes stones,

rivulets pull past my feet, 

lead me to prayer.