Blades

I have been heedless,
reckless in my need
for perpetual motion.

Hours, a blurred periphery,
promises, like blades
pointed down
in case I stumbled.

Laurie Belanus-Odell 

God Spot

*This is an old poem, but the sun has come out today after 19 days of rain, a brief respite before the next storm, but enough to remind me that it is a priviledge to live where I do.


Shoulders hunched, it leans,
riparian limbs reaching to the sea.

This shore I love,
tautly stretched sweep
of rock and heaven top,
aquamarine and evergreen.

Geese squadron low and bank,
announcing imminent arrival,
seeking asylum from the wind
rising in the south.

Despite the falling sky,
I can only be lifted.

I hunger like waves
licking the edge of shore,
to consume

until this land and I
are all and only
here.

I Will

I will take the time to stop and gaze upon
the burnished chest of the resident hawk,
while I am waiting for the sun to drop
and pastel the watered blue.

I will wait for the mountain to radiate,
for the sea to quiet,
for my heart to steady,
for the return of peace.

I will slowly relinquish control
over my tiny world and set it free,
scattered thoughts flying up
brushing their curved wings against me.

I will remember that despite everything
the land and sea will forever be,
remaining long after we hurt each other,
long after we turn our backs on love.

I will take the time to be still,
moon balanced on my open palm,
the path of blazing light
beckons like the road to heaven.