on the beach

need not tremble,

for there is no place to hide

from troubles that never existed–

will never exist

 

let the wind be your thoughts,

the waves your heartbeat,

whispering Love, eternal

 

August 2, 2015

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Enter

One falls

into life

as one

into a wave

of innocence

and time,

front porch

balconies

aligned with

mason jar lights

and salty sea air

 

Seagulls rise

and fall

into murky depths,

unbeknownst

to the fish

in front of them,

awaiting God’s approval

to tilt their heads to the sun

 

You enter this way–

beachside.

 

July 10, 2014

A Memory

Your posture is slipping,

my friend.

 

Now is your back meant

to resemble a Disney tale hunch

or is your heart just leaning,

inwards?

 

I remember

the first time you called me baby–

you offered up your right palm

and made me giggle for a while,

the foam of waves

washing away yet reminding me

that this beach will be here longer

than I ever have, or will be

standing side by side with you,

leaning towards me.

 

November 9, 2014