Updated: Jan 26, 2021
sky blazed in orange and crimson full sun
swooping gulls call with glee
a warming soft inner pressed upward the ocean’s saltiness lingers bitter with wet emerald seaweed’s snag relentless wind grates angry with no escape time measured heavy in tidal gravity the knocking of rocks pulled into its luscious foam yet the sea leaves me not righted... only indignant vulnerable…and it will offer no mercy.
little black kitty vibrates on my chest listening to the world wood, asphalt, and glass imagining the forest where rain fills the rivers here there is cracked blacktop with motion below pooled streets
styrofoam cup filled with a blessed morning capturing the message of the daily bread publication the ease of slumber forced off with abrupt lights on sweet words of work…and forgiveness polar bears on