Over

There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light

There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired

There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving

Ode to My Susans


Dear deliberate garden
Across the lawn grown long
I ask of you forgiveness
For days of absent song

The week raced past so clever
Don't wonder if I care
I tended needy gardens
And wildflowers there

I vow I'll strike the balance
I'll give and take with you
I'll seek you out to ask your thoughts
We'll praise the morning dew

Ode To You

You might be the one
In cement there
At the bottom of the steep, steep ascent
Holding on for dear life wondering
Can I?

You might be the one
Under dark skies here
Unable to navigate or follow through 
Pining for your sea legs
What then?

You might be the one
Overcome now
Thoughts of what could go, may go, wrong 
Aching and afraid, wishing
If only?

Ascend and see
Look far and smell the salt air
Breathe deep and find
You might be the one