Two poems


Impermanence

Today

I watched surf

seep into a footprint

that looked like yours.

Canals of toe depressions

melted

into waves.

The sole, the heel,

eroded

until form became suggestion.

The promise is

that sand shifts --

in summered light, or under

bruised sky nursing storms.

You cannot hold a handful.

It escapes fisted fingers.

And just as I start to grow old

my hand empties

but for finger nail

half-moon crescents

clawed into skin.

There are

no chasms between us.

Only oceans.

Lovers, Learners, Liars and Friends

We walk the ring of this circus

as we circle the fires between us --

yearning shimmers in corners,