Ocean Dreams Wash Ashore

Jumping to lucid scenes,
waves rush to the shore.

Coming at me in tides,
pulling me
into a realm I cannot,
comprehend.

Beyond
is you.

lingering,

on our pale blue eyes,

beneath foreboding skies.

(once upon a forever ago)

Studio Apartment, 1998

Fall out.

A slap to my face.

Panic in your pin-dot eyes. We can’t do this again.

Together,

is what you meant.

I freshen. You turn to sky.

Shovel in Hand

The hum of spring

reaches my ears,

as I dig through winter’s crown.