Shifting Tides

Feel the pull
Of the tide
As it moves out
And collects;
Collects its expressed waves,
Feel the sand as it recedes from beneath bare feet,
All signs inform,
“It is coming,”
this next wave;
It is what you have been preparing for,
Bracing for;
Feel the shift in the air,
see the wave
As it emerges,
Now a crest
That too
Has been waiting;
Awaiting this very moment,
To crash;
Break
Upon the sand
Upon the rocks and shells,
And upon creatures
In its path,
Awakening, refreshing,
Anointing
With memories of the distant,
Bringing the far near,
To then recede,
With the shifting
Of the tide;

Again feel the pull,
How familiar this dance!
For we are
In all ways too
Moving with,
And as the tide.

Stardust, Despite

I am not sure
What it was
The moon and stars,
Ocean waves,
All coaxing me back to you,
Back to you,
Like tides that ease,
And lick the sandy shore,
But surely as they recede,
They’re back again,
In lunar pulls,
That shape the coasts,
This cosmic dance,
We gravitate towards,
We live for,
This is us,
From stardust,
and stardust still,
we are radiant beings,
inertia of departure reminding us,
we are pulled
we are driven,
we are one
despite distance,
despite separation,
despite,
in spite of,
together.

Consuming Mount Everest

Oh I see it
You see it,
We both see it too,
Our constituents can see it,
But they haven’t got a care,
Let’s climb Mount Everest and get back to…
Consumption,
Consuming ever inch of even the deadliest,
Most subversive terrain,
Because we are Man,
There is nothing outside of our domain,
No lamb, nor dove, nor tree, nor rock, nor gene, nor womb,
Someone can always claim better use,
Then use it, use it,
Use it up,
Dry the teat from which it’s sucked,
No concern for the mare,
For consumption sees not the waste,
Just the use,
And we are here in a land we soon won’t recognize,
Our children won’t believe what unused could mean,
Or look like,
our mountains dwarfed by landfills,
And our oceans become a myth,
Consume the seas, consume the trees,
The Lorax has already left,
What’s left are us hippies,
Rallying in it’s spirit,
Hoping still
that someone will wake up,
And see that this is
all just a nightmare
With an end,
We’re all waiting for
the Hollywood twist,
That deems our
ugly, air sucking
stranger than fiction truth
just that,
fiction

Drift Away (a reverse poem)

Original mixed media painted collage

Drift away,
You find you will
wake,
Let the sand ground you,
way out
let the waves rock you,
May the sun kiss you,
the moon your eyes,
The stars your lips


The stars your lips,
the moon your eyes,
May the sun kiss you,
let the waves rock you
way out,
Let the sand ground you,
Wake,
You find you will
Drift away