Category: Poetry

Old Wood

I love old wood
Its warmth
Its texture

I love the way time
And the elements enhance
Its beauty
Its value

Sometimes
Life goes
Off the rails

I can let
The consequences
Lay where they come to rest

I reach too far
And get blown back

But that’s OK

Too far
Is simply a place
I haven’t learned to reach

Just yet

There is nothing simpler
Nor more beautiful
Than two kids and a puck
On a small patch of ice
Cleared of snow
On a frozen lake
Anywhere in Canada

Tantalizing
Tantalus
Dragon-backed ridges
Under indigo
And ice

I stop here
Often
To Wonder
To be
Tantalized

I drink in the night
That elixir of possibilities
Unimaginable
By daylight
With a thirst
Unquenchable

It has been said
Space is the final frontier
But space is merely infinite
While the depths of being
Are unfathomable

The rock
Like clay
Tortured
By a
Toddler’s
Hand

Sometimes
In reflection
A stunning clarity

I try to remember
The slightest disturbance

I like a moody shore
A place with surprises
And some risk
The tide may catch you up
In some small sandy bay
If you’re not paying attention

I suppose that says a lot
About my life