[Camachee]

black cats want head rubs
i want to type undisturbed
go figure the odds

[January24th]

brassy sea
in a golden sunrise
framed in turqoise
and white

pipers, like little
grammatical pauses
and exclamations
running and hopping
accentuating
a calm narrative
of endless wonder
as the sun, sea and sky
somehow become new
every morning
and old as the first dawn
of hope

i would paint
such a scene
framed in moments
with you
but am unworthy
to do aught but worship
the ancient beauty
of the approaching
tide of grace

[Kay Syrah]

Where we pass,
the momentary
movement of disturbed
air, and the impression
of a changing light,
leaves its blue tattoo
of you on me,
of me on you,
measured, marked, mottled,
held, the radical instant,
ineradicable.