Thursday, June 30, 2011


Spent the day moving through soft, bright air, doing chores.
Now is the slip time beyond our time, and I find just how much
I move alone.

And move ever aware of that time saved only in memory.
I lean into it, knowing alone without you is my now. It is
A faded version.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Tonight at 11:09, I sat by the barn with the dogs and watched
A rocket launch, the southern horizon glowed large, spitting out
The biggest firefly.

Bright, bright as it climbed the dark sky, bending westward,
A first stage lost in a shower of sparks, the rumble finally grumbling
In my ears.

Going from light yellow to goldy, a stage drops in a smoky plume.
At 11:13 it blinked away, leaving only the curling question mark haze.
You would've loved it.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Today I did speak long with a friend who knows for herself
What this time has been. Out of limbo, she spoke knowing well
This sorrowful mire.

Her voice softly echoing my own fears and doubts about all.
And however fine we look, capable and doing, we are now always
Only half here.

Saturday, June 25, 2011


A sweet morning spent with a young man and his family.
He has taken the time to stay in touch, remembering all you
Were to him.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Returned to that beach house for a few days of painting,
playing, enjoying the sun. The go-go's come romp and run,
Love the surf.

Friday, June 17, 2011


The best part of this trip was not the painting
But the traveling, the seeing a place again,
Being among friends.

Sunday, June 12, 2011


Spent an evening walking the ocean beach and remembered
How great it is to live by the sea. Up early, will sleep this night
In the mountains.

Saturday, June 11, 2011


Five days of painting and company, home in time to mow,
To spend a day with our good dogs and repack for
The next trip.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


Last year like flotsam, I was cast upon the shores of Wade's point,
finding goodly comfort of friends, and do again, even if more a refugee
than an escapee.