Rowing Home

That sultry day, summer’s waning light, its grasp weary, anticipated death. I didn’t know it at the time, but watched you melting in its haze, thoughtful, with your oars, each fading cell a ghost on rolling glass, hushed waves. No sorrow in your silence, you seemed content to sway, and drift to shore, a thousand … More Rowing Home

Depth Perception

I miss things occasionally…or find a logical spot for something I use regularly and then drive myself crazy trying to remember where I put it. Once, I spent half an hour searching for my glasses only to find them on top of my head. I guess I shouldn’t feel too badly about it; they’re titanium … More Depth Perception

4/15/19

REMEMBER Almost lost amidst dead leaves and severed limbs, a nest felled by the storm, barely more than twigs. On other walks, it would have been a mass to be avoided, side-stepped in the rain. But reason, shamed by tireless fluttering, let sentiment compel a search for life within that sodden lump, so plainly delicate … More 4/15/19