Turkey Mass

The turkey now a formless mass
of meat and stuffing in a tray
that fits in the refrigerator
a deconstructed holiday

Winter Trees

The grey of winter trees
that glasses can't resolve

The trail a river of fallen leaves
hiding slippery roots and rocks

Vanilla Dream

The taste of vanilla in my mouth
from the vanilla flavored tea
makes me wonder what I might have dreamt
were it the truffle oil instead

Underwater

You put a pretty crab in my clumsy hand
I try to set it down gently
almost touching a giant halibut that swims away
startling me
I was supposed to learn to read the compass
but I trust you

Homage to the Tao Te Ching

Heaven and Earth do not exist alone
Rivers flow through them, through us
Without Earth we would be formless
Water with no direction
Without the heavens - air, moon, sunlight
There would be no force to push the current
Coursing through our veins
Without us
The Universe would continue
Unregarded
Wordless

Scuba Dive

The sun sets pink clouds ablaze
I am haunted by dreams of my father
not being in the right place at the right time
as I discover this new underwater world
filled with strange silence and animals
I realize in all those TV shows
I never imagined myself in the diver's body
cold and wet and lugubrious
trying to connect with the magic
through my eyes

Flailing

A protest without an agenda
Spiritual but not religious
Science has robbed us of meaning
And we are flailing about in the dark
Not saints or rebels
But fish out of water