sip the nectar

to stay in touch with myself
i traverse my open spaces,
filling my grace with the hills
that crest our waters and find

myself a park with rocks
flat enough to stretch me
to the daisies until only

my breath mingles with
the hummingbird and this
could be any day, any where
with anyone.

Ocean Waves

Within the line, the curve
within the curve, the line,
balanced on four points,
carried with the tide.

Awash upon these shores
with eagle, seal and ship,
salt on my lips, my hands
within my child's hands,

we will dance here again
she whispers as I place the
flannel panels over her
sleepy body, we will, we will.

Going Home

Flow with these stitches
made with such love
my mother inside her garden
with light and art within her
bright walls.  I walk back
to this world with my silence
and my own garden in bloom
my luck holds, my dreams unfold
slowly, layer over layer, to
deepen into more substance
to know that a return signifies
no more or less than an action
to bear this love.