Morning Moon

The early summer hours
bring back childhood patterns.
Following the morning moon across
the sky as I travel from road to
road, I smile and count the craters.
In my contentment, I embrace this
state of peace fully. Right now,
it's just me, my thoughts, my music,
and the moon. Real life doesn't exist
outside this existence, not right now
anyway.

Years Without A Word

March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PM

I haven’t written a word 
in a poem from 
inspiration in years. 
Life swept me away 
and off went my creativity. 
Four walls in large rooms 
and small rooms held 
my body still from seeing 
the beauty I once wrote 
in my poems.  
I haven’t worked on poetry. 
I read words I wrote once 
when I saw my days differently. 
I am in awe of the person I once was. 
I lost her somewhere when 
everything fell out of my grasp. 
I writing this poem trying 
to find her, trying to bring her 
back to me so I can write 
about the beauty of my days, 
form poems I want to share. 
I have nothing to say,
no words made it to the paper, 
months without picking up my pen. 
I have become someone I don't recognize 
in order to make it through scary times. 
I want to change into the person
I once knew.

July 20, 2025 at 8:42 PM

I found her again,
the version of myself
who sees beauty in
the little things.
She’s here with me,
healing and happy,
even when things
can be heavy.

Postcards

Your postcards now hang
in my living room,
I took two of them 
off the wall
in your kitchen,
moved them down
the road
where I see
the ocean while
I write this poem.
The middle one
was by your bedside
when you died.
I look at them
and see all
the memories,
all the summers
I came home
to see you
where I now call
my own.
I carry your love
in your handwriting
with me 
on my wrist.
You visited me
in my dream
the other night.
Thank you, Grammie,
for still listening.

Observations From A Quiet Morning

Listening to the birds sing
I drink my morning coffee
I will not finish.
I wrestle my thoughts
calming them down the way
a teacher tries to get
1st graders attention
“Shhhhh, if everyone speaks
all at once, no one will be heard.”

On The Beach

People walk
in the haze
I watch
with amaze
their ability
to remain
stable where
they cannot
see.
They move
as if nothing
spectactular
is happening
in front of
them, as if
they could
disappear
and not be
seen again.
The body remains
grounded to
earth, the mind
adjusts, normalizes
these unstabilizing
moments.

Here Is Where I Am Grateful

I listen to loons sing
watch an eagle fly overhead
remind myself to feel the air
leave my lungs
slow down for the moment
its so easy to get lost
in the busyness of the season
so much going on time slips
through the cracks
while I'm not looking
but here is where I watch
the sky turn pink
and appreciate the breeze
against my tanned skin
here is where I am grateful

Boats On The Water

I watch boats on the water
as the sun sets 
the waves causing unsteadiness
the heat of summer has come
leaving me wandering around
marveling at how the different
temperatures make me feel
changes my mental landsape
bringing light back into
my days after months of
darkness I am reminded
how much I love the sun
on my skin even when
I get burned
I mistake it for love
lose my mind a bit
get pulled under
only to return to
the surface
stand on the sidewalk
beside my car
watching life
continue on
feeling the warmth
of lingering light
in late June

Mirror

The evenings spent driving 
along the coast 
reminders of living 
my internal reality 
becomes a scapegoat 
when the waters 
become unstable
I drive along finding 
peace within the colors 
in the east above the ocean 
the backdrop mirroring 
the sun saying goodnight 
I come back to myself 
when I escape for a bit 
I learn not to judge the ways 
in which I turn in order 
to get through another day.

Dreamscape

I wander through a crowd of people.
The night is young, the band is alive
with the music they’re playing under
the stars. Summer, the months in the
northern hemisphere where the sun warms
the earth, the light stays late as the days
drift by in a blur, a hazy hot blur, where 
walking outside feels like stepping into a
warm pool without decision. I continue
my winter habits, layers of blankets
cover my limbs, only to be pushed away
while in a dreamscape. I embrace the green
on the leaves and the shade of blue covering
cloudless skies beyond the water. It is here,
I inhale easy, it is here, I am free.