Of the shoreline
With the mist
And the clouds
An ocean of calm
Like a breath
And a sigh
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth
Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being
And still
They surprise me
The snow white beauty
Promising the bliss
Of expansive powder
In my mind
Are endless turns
Each a moment
Of transformation
Of perfect zen
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
While I ride the storm
Sleek and smooth
A dulcet caress
The waft of
Lazy water
In the air
A worm
A hook
A bobber
A length of string
And a stick
Contented child
All summer long