High sunbeams shine
on nearly still water.
They know how to dance
in their own noontime light.
August graces
bring radiance to substance
as the peach glows rosy
with the brightness on its skin.
By the Stream
It might be like softly falling
into a sandy river bed.
Drop back a moment, drifting,
and listen to this time of your life
trickling by,
pumping past the glistening moments
of all you ever were.
You release all beholding
and just let go.
Shine On You
I would marry you in a heartbeat
if either of us was the marrying kind,
or so inclined to be exclusive,
or if we swung from that same vine.
But I would never date you
because you are too dear to me
to ever lose in a lover’s feud.
You play the heartful chord
between comfortable connection
and my watery knees,
the flutter of butterflies
beneath my rib cage,
like skating super fast on the river,
to swimming in a frothy, choppy sea.
Stillness
Just a sip of sadness
from this rough and ringing cup.
I fill it to the brim with saline
from the coasting rollers
of the Dead Sea,
and now I can float effortlessly.
Let me wipe the stale tears
trickling down my jaw,
grown cold in the air
of this still room.
New Social Etiquette
There were no people here today
but the landlady
smoking on the porch,
and the absolute joy I found
in standing 6 feet away from her
and hearing, seeing, and perceiving
another human being
was both heart-warming and tender.
The pizza delivery person has become