scuffling
golden brown leaves,
strolling
through light grey rain,
inside – I’m dancing
fallingleaves
whirling dervishes
spin
spiral upwards
to another entity
the little one
ventures the dance floor
twirling
into her future
I whirl in what’s past
music in the room
gets us rocking on our feet
we turn around
lose our heads
fall in love again
falling
for that dancing girl
all painted up
on the wall of a cave
for twenty thousand years
cold and dark
the warmth of summer gone
that dream again…
I ride a Camargue horse
bareback across the marshlands
walking the dyke,
kissed by raindrops
striding ahead
smelling the sea…
end of a journey
he wants out
I think we should go on,
times are rough
rivers must keep flowing ―
how deep is the ocean
gliding slowly
through a narrow channel
steering
between two rocky islands
one’s his…and one’s hers
crash, bling, blink
china across the room, then
she’s out the door ―
old patterns need to change,
talking is not enough
blessed are those
who plant peace
this season ―
they shall harvest
and eat in the spring
