The harbor is empty

The harbor is empty

City lights are floating

On black water as we

Converse without noting

Midnight has come and gone

And promises in stares

Will save us as our hearts

Send out their rescue flares

The abyss runs tangent

The abyss runs tangent

So many can ignore

The deep gulping ocean

It’s narrow rocky shore

A reminder daily

Sunsets and eyelid nights

A darkness far greater

Without the northern lights

Celebrations aside

Celebrations aside

And tragedies let go

Leaves days just for counting

The Life we truly know

These clouds, the weather streams 

Just kitchen utensils 

Our coded languages 

Needed Hope and pencils 

Beauty participant

Beauty participant

Nature’s happiness shop

The streetlight and moon are

Fighting for billing’s top

Not looking back shirks all

Responsibilities 

Why I saw our future 

In generalities 

A full moon follows us

A full moon follows us

Our glamour is not old

Cicadas crescendo 

Open-palm hands we hold

Echoes of symphony 

Out here on the stamen

Spiritual nature

Without saying amen

The fork is one-eighty

The fork is one-eighty

As far as far can go

The North and South Pole or

Rio to Nakano

And the scales of justice

From the weight of one thumb

Political vengeance 

We must never succumb

Horizontal hourglass

Horizontal hourglass

Are you standing in sand

Or still as a gnomon 

Casting its one clock hand

Find me in the seasons

Falling with the flurries 

Or dandelion seeds

Floating upward scurries