On Edge

suspended 

on edge

astride interstices

spanning a web

woven by the master

of disguise

to ensnare

the unaware

by the guise

of surprise

ever vigilant

and aware 

of what

invades his lair

dangling midair

Purpose

if life
fulfills its purpose
it is to know
and remember
what shaped its form
out of all
that came and went
and has remained
within

Red Umbrella

two figures emerge
shrouded in misty haze
strolling the boulevard
huddled as one
entwined in the embrace
of gossamer dreams
drifting beneath the canopy
of a red umbrella
dissolving as silhouettes
into the gray timbre
of late afternoon
with secrets only they can share
suspended in transcendent moments
echoing in footfalls
on a sodden satin way
unfolding before them

Small Matter

no matter
how long
it seems

it's only hard
for a
little while

Yesterday/Today

I thought
yesterday would keep
until tomorrow
absent the sorrows
of today
whose presence
has no end

****
be patient
time has lost
its way

Rain/Water

rain falls in torrents
but the barrel
is never full
******
the pump handle
is broken
the water
in the well
has turned
to wine

A Leaf Descends

                      a
                         leaf
                            descends
                                light
                              as
                            a
                              feather
                                  sketching
                                its
                             image
                                 on
                                   the
                               wind