Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths