Wishing Well

wishing well
Photo – L. Burton

I wished for that moment to last
and then wished for you to come back.
Wishing doesn’t make it so
down where silver and copper grow
and that odd heartbeat sound
in the places wishes go unbound.



We aren’t static,
you and I.
We move inside of each other,
shifting, sometimes not so gracefully,
but in a moment, when time and distance
is erased, a spark catches fire,
a seamless design emerges,
and we dance at the edge
of eternity.


You’ve never known the fog 
until you’re rolling 
in it; until it’s smothering
you like a lead blanket.

Reality becomes a dream-like state,
push against the darkness.
Not satisfied with your own mortality,
every breath a double-edged sword. 

Cold, gnarled fingers
you can’t place but you know
they lurk in shadows as demons.
Death consumes you.


A Poem Lost

hopper 1
An easy exit table 
she’s half in, half out
yet drawn to the promise 
of a warming midnight reprieve,
hoping to find solace in nursed coffee.
Her thoughts swirl in tune with idle stir
as headlamp washes reveal blurred
moments of knowing not seen.
Curling ribbons of steam
rise upon drawn reflection, 
mingle with words
forming frayed edges of verse
as slowly a poem is found.

Late Summer Evening

hopper 2

Through the open window
I listen to the evening sounds
soft and slow, unbound 
sounds of late summer – 
chorus call of katydids and crickets.
I steal a glance at the bordering pickets.

Wishing him to appear at the gate, 
curtains I push farther apart, 
will he show, oh, frantic heart?
Beating like the moth’s wings that flit
against the harsh porch light.
I wait as I do every night.

I focus on the velvet backdrop
moon perched high on its canvas
her waxing love, endless.
Jasmine-scented breeze shifts
when he crosses the yard

I run to him, chase the stars.

Against the porch rail
reveals an awkward dance 
intense want, timid chance
the softest caress
a stray curl brushed from my face
the slight touch sets my heart ablaze.

In the late summer evening
so much said without words
so clear now, nothing is blurred
the sweet taste of his lips on mine
I surrender to what the truth holds – 
a forever love unfolds.