Pearl Diver

I dive for pearls

Holding my breath

To squeeze every bit of life out of it

Like a sponge filled with water

It too has given its life

So I can use it

In this poem

As a metaphor

Grand Canyon

I took pictures

I wrote poems

I drew sketches

I could own

On my wall

Or in my drawer

In the bank

Or in the store

I got money

Saved the cash

Sill, it itched me

Like a rash

It seems I never captured it

Or the awe

I felt

Just the itch

Encounter

The can of tuna

Lay open and half full on the counter

The half can of soda accompanies it

They tell their stories

‘Bout being opened and sharing

What they had in them

With the mysterious stranger

It was a life-giving meal.

On the Road

I can’t see it

But I have your hand

And you tell me

“There is a stone here”

Or

“There’s a branch here”

So I leap or take a bigger step

And each leap or step

Brings us closer.

Value of a coin

Bad is not the opposite of good, it is a necessary companion on the journey.

They know each other well and share stories about the time

As a coin they jingle in uncle’s pocket

Until he slams it on the bar and shouts,

“Bottoms up!”

Transpose or Transform?

The life of years

Is not mine to know

Mine is

to know the years of life

transformed

Or perhaps a typo…

Technology sways

The wind is from the West

In An El Niño year

warmer weather

Means a hard rain instead of snow

Against the rocks

Scattering leaves

Have found their place

Brought in with a landscape project

I was told all the trees were cut down and sold for cash

Before the subdivision was developed

To make my backyard maple colorful

And virtual

Just now

There are so few

Who know me

In this

Tapping, typing writing

I do quickly on occasion

Embarrassed to see

How quick I am

See?

I tap this note

Maybe it’s 4/4 time

Maybe not

Time