#348. the cutter eagle

August 8, 2010

i built a ship
a childhood
balsa and pine
on my small hands
the hands of my dad
large and sure
we worked so hard
to build and paint
the cutter eagle
running home
after school to sand
the hull smooth
and dream

i gave it to my dad’s
father when he admired it

years later
it returned to me
after deaths
it was covered
in dust and cobwebs
rigged it

as my years passed
it grew tattered and
broken and thrown away
with one of my failed lives

but my ship still lives
rotting on in a landfill in jersey
and here within my double planked
mind making its way across the endless

fragrant wind
stoking your fire
with the driftwood
unburied from the sand
the ocean pounds our desire
for each other in light from high
dream to the intimate colors of delight

#263. Cali

May 15, 2010

the golden one
invited us into her
special cool hole
dug for all with love
in the Endless sand.
we will find her there
whenever we need her
looking out for us.

where now the driftwood
tossed on the beach.

#131. biology v. geology

January 3, 2010

our concept of time
based on children and death
so arbitrary
what is special time
species time is so limited

continents and earth plates are the sand we know are the rocks
fall on and off bigger stones
we bring all thoughts to the sea
where we can see enough to know
time only dances
time only

the night
      and the moon
     and the light

I can almost see you.

the bread I bake for you
      your hair thick and soft
    and rich beneath my fingers

I can almost smell you.

the sand underfoot
       the sun melting us
    the sea caressing us

I can almost feel you in my arms.

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