May's Bird Bath

These past May days

are shadowed by 

foaming, fomenting

gray clouds,

bursting, spilling

 flooding earth below. 

A dousing bird-bath for

  wrens, finches, cardinals as

they dine at drenched feeders

filled with swollen seed

feathers slicked with rain. 

  

 

At One with Sand and Surf

At one with the sand and surf, early morning. 

Water-globes of sun send shards of brilliance to my eyes

diamond bright, facets in a single moment.

At one with the sand and surf, early morning.

Families gather, hugging close, their morning ritual,

breakfast is served.

             At one with sand and surf, early morning.

Dancing silhouettes pirouette with abandon

time stands still, my heart opens wide.

 

At one with sand and surf, early morning.

A time to ponder the unanswerable questions

(as in) WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO SOAR?