I wish to always see
you cascading down
that mulch pile – legs,
akimbo, hair flying.
In that moment, all there is –
will be – your smile, eyes full,
a shadow stretching as you
accelerate
and fill my vision.
Your laughter
so young, wrapped in soft
armor, shielded
from everything
I fear, from the fierce
hold you have
in my heart as you, always,
run closer.
At the brightest slip of dawn we cross the dunes, discovering a solitary man fishing, and seabirds, and a small child scooping sand, and broken shells.
“The tide is going to wash her …
I am only now aware again – the end is both that and the beginning. A tired turn on a rain-swept beach, barely remembered footprints mapping a reluctant return, become the start just this side …
I’ve blocked off Sunday, May 25, for a walk.
One full day. One city. No meetings, no emails, no kids, no dog. Just me, a pair of worn shoes, and a wander – as the Brits say – through decades of …
This will only be of extreme interest to five people in my immediate world, but I am so happy this morning listening to the completely remixed 7 Seconds album, “New Wind.” Released this …
