I was not there when you first stepped gently upon this land.When your dreaming began and when, eons ago, your spirit connected with the earth in ways I can barely understand. I was not there when the first ships came,and where they laid claim,to what was and always will be yours.They did not understand. Nor … Continue reading Healing the Land

Seeking shelter from the stormfor calmer waters.drop the anchor, stow the sailsand wait; wait for light and the day. Holding there against the swellof wind and waves and rain,time and again for the rage to passto set the sails again. But anchors drag and fail sometimes,wetted steel, pulling against tide and timeto hold against a … Continue reading Storm raging

Hollow, aching,perspective - fading.anchors lost in storms. Waves unending,life upending.In the depths the light is gone. Asphyxiating, overwhelming,closing in.In the silence, shadows fail. Grasping, groping,rage is forming.Hold on! Tooth and nail! Peace will come.

Wavy shadows over the blue line.Motionless rectangles: a million faces looking up to the light.All shapes and sizes gliding overhead. Kick and glide, hand over hand repeating,Worries of the world washing off in the wake,only to return in time,the nepenthean effect never lasts. Oh! but for a time! A brief escape!Rhythm's monotony soothes away.Sounds of … Continue reading Not to cross the road