dirty earthworm

Down to earth

It’s hot out there. Mornings are still cool enough that I can breathe, but barely. Walking around the neighborhood is best done just after the sun rises. There’s little traffic, and the moms with strollers are still at home, older walkers are not stirring yet, and dogs are snuggling in bed with their sleeping masters. It’s quiet, and despite the raging heat, it’s a good time to ponder on things that…

rocky, foggy beach

Murky in-between

I struggle within that murky in-between A distant boundary imperceptible Nightmarish creatures lurking unseen Damned to wander a dismal shore eternal Unsteady steps on shifting, rocky sand Wreckage of mournful regrets immortal Abandoned upon that tormented strand No guiding light cutting through the seaward gloom No charted path to traverse the hinterland Is this nocturnal vision to be my doom Will I find solace on this lonesome coast A cairn…