4 a.m. your footsteps overhead reassure me
this old seashell
held to my ear —
only silence
aging —
my feet
show the first signs
you are a star
waiting for me —
a happy dream
sidewalk cafe
imagining myself any place
and also right here
after walking a muddy mile — a cup of ginger tea
holding a summer star in its center — shallow puddle
strike the bell — end of a long dream
dark grey rain — sunrise — pale pink rain
leaky pen — I can't think — I can't write
a hard rain — peonies fall all over themselves
daddies and daughters
waiting for the school bus
whispers and giggles
almost morning
the moon still hazy with doubt —
stay or go?
tree rising up
to greet the mountain —
no gesture is too small
knee-deep in nameless purple petals
after winter, before spring
feet on a muddy road
this is everything
wondering
is that a sea shell or a skull
in my neighbor's yard
rainwalk
thinking about the loose tile
on my roof
across the ocean
my friend celebrates her birthday —
morning walk the dogs wag their tails
morning walk
trying to keep up
with my shadow
the sign says LOOK UP! —
a vase of sunflowers
in my neighbor's window
friends again
how good it is
to live this long
rain falling on a tin roof
— ping! —
oh the loneliness
