lovesong at 6pm

it is just dusk

and my crazy heart is filled

with love for the flitting of birds about the yard

not noticing

me,
here in this chair

bursting with desire

the screech owl awoke me at 4am; I swooned.

over coffee the wren, concocting a plan

to build a tiny nest on the porch.

sun set the blue of the jay and the cardinal on reddish fire

who am I but some lovesick

schoolgirl

mad with longing for the settling light in the leaves

the barely perceptible breeze,

the birds,

the night

poem at 9pm

Roatan, 2013

the moon's slivered crescent

rises and the light puddles

 on the surface of the water

quiet except

for the breath

steady and calm and

comforting

 in the liquid ether

that is more home to me than air

why

can't I stay here

forever?

a mermaid

with tangled hair

and a mournful underwater song

trailing 

in a wake of sorrow

sometimes I miss you

but here in the deep cold

no one can see the tears