what remains

surprises of treasure to awaken

now comes the time of the aweful shedding
releasing what once held close as faded jeans
and finding bare the places where you hid
like the sometimes running arroyo waters
shift the light and ever changing sands and stone
carves out another path of unexplored time
where dogs run smiling, chasing quail feathers
the emptiness, a gift exchange for what remains
so grace may light the way through the cracks
to find truth once sleeping on the other side.

Pantano Running



even as light fades the rough edges
the same melody is played again
sounding the room with verge echos
remembering how those feelings scratch

just enough to make it sting reddening
waiting for the coolness of water washing
stillness caught in the eddies between stones
lingers the effortless swimming of hopeful wonder



in passing

It was with the laying of hands
that sideways look and pause
where the sapling pressed through

cracks in concrete paving found
how the light shown heavy
orange full of future storm turning

in passing between the two
while you there with silent eyes
stood the fence to close the gate

in that space that no one else enters
the dying ‘rest their reckoning
scattered the day’s simple remains


She danced

I Sang
-Carl Sandburg

I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
I sang
O reckless free-hearted
free-throated rythms,
Even the moon remembers them
And is kind to me.


She Danced  (in response to Carl)
– maysa peterson

She danced the shadows
edge and twirled her hair moonlit
she danced
toes dug deep into the sand
arms stretched the stars and…
the shadows laughed the dance
even without you.

Image by Antonio Perrone