I Am the Anchor
The anchors that hold me down make me drown,
while I am crunched between wind and sea.
Lost at sea, my fishing pole anchors won’t hold.
They fish and fish and bring up fish,
But I don’t like to eat fish, and I carefully, very
carefully, set them free.
Instead, I look for power in the size of a sail, and
laugh at the size of sailor’s masts.
The anchors that hold me down make me drown,
while I am crunched between wind and sea.
Star Crossed Lovers
Today I crunched a snail
between shoe and clay.
Crunch and ooze. it made me
think of you. with jellyfish
beneath my feet I could walk
on water, but instead here I go
again. Second time around,
sleepless on a docked boat,
beneath the waning moon, and
crunching snail shells (little
moons) beneath me. Poor little
moons. I am cursed. Again.
Slipping between sail and sea,
the anchor is not free like me
to drown.
Like stars in the sky,
not like spring flowers
Everyone here is too busy for tea.
after my first kiss, I knew it
would change.
Everyone here is too busy for me.
Orion's belt is familiar; I am
estranged.
I wish everything could be
forever.
The fires destroy and bring
renewal.
Still, I find comfort in my
loneliness.
we are tiny daisies, ephemeral;
I pour tea, share cake and
sweetness.
I wish everything could be
forever.