bright eyes this close

do stars each reflect your life, giving place.   a line of sight.   distance
       is no seperation.   no excuse.

spaces, between, hard to see, are full, like painting life.   connection
       is how we know.

whether we see or not see.   creation remains as meant to be.   us too.
 
 
blindfolded we were taken to the mountaintop.   stars fingertips close.
       we spoke.   they responded in kind.

vision is dry, not wet.   yet I hear a splash.   dare describe.

       mother came every time when I called in dark night.   doubts.
       moments are not a river.   yet.   a river moves.
 
 
summer is warm dust.   back to bare back, we swallowed till full.
       she had a name.   we both had names.   inches close.

       I follow.   I do not insist.

here, one certainty.   if you don’t look, you won’t see.   although,
       you may be seen anyway.   care, when walking beneath a limb
       during dawn, during dusk.   the natives said.

stars say, it’s the neck we first appreciate.   bright eyes repeat.

do they land like rain, leaf on leaf, a million times.
 
 
 
here’s one thread.   a matter of choice.
 
 
 
 
 
 

first light forgiven being bold

I am the sound.   I am not the voice.

I am the empty shell.   wind whistles me.

when you listen to me, you are listening to wind.

I am this much big.   farther now than I can see.

bigger also seems to mean a thinner thread.

I am a fish awash on the beach.   someone will find me soon.

healed or eaten.   either will be sufficient.   next.

I don’t know.   don’t know what face wants finding now.

I know what’s left behind.

I know what never arrived.

I am the dawn with sleeping eyes.   perhaps.

perhaps to know your name.   a river does.
 
 
will you know mine, in first light.
 
 
 
 
 
 

raise your hand if you live in the sea


been a while.   due time to look again.   (my beloved sea)

California storm today.  Water’s a little rough.   School is out it seems from all the heads bobbing in the waves.   Rare to see more than one or two or three at a time.   Are they harbor seals or sea otters?   From this distance hard to say, but maybe some of both.   They do seem to be enjoying the surf.
     Could wish I was closer.   a lot closer.

grey here.   but sky & water turns blue by the afternoon.
 

            please fully enlarge image to see what I see

 
 
MBA webcam views of Monterey Bay used with permission.
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