Safe Harbor

I flip fullsizerender-17my hair forward and breathe in the musky roots

-like a forest I hide there and follow the rootline.

Under dark mossy earth I escape into night shadows

of my deep brown and settle safely.

Harboring like a refuge-there where

I could be ten or twenty.

Behind the shutters of my face, peering out unaffected.

Safe and swimming  along the shore of safe house I peer out

at the ocean bounce. Framed by expectation, away from the

shadows of worry. No one can find me here- safe

in my corner away from the ocean of pain.

No one can touch me here except my dreams

as they turn the corner and dissolve back from where they came

into the night shadows-dreams never done

that I dreamed years ago.

They repeat and roll back

like waves in the ocean never subsiding

and I like a shell covered in fragile seaglass.


Finding sea glass

fullsizerender-14Lifted by ocean wave they slammed against rock

until crushed and scattered.

Tossed and churned out of control-

edges melt into powdery, mottled, sculpted forms

reflecting a subtle softer light.

Cloudiness changed

from dull grey to cobalt blue, sea foam white.


My edges, once sharp and eagerimg_5708-2

are now softened and tempered.

becoming pumiced and pitted

with each approaching wave.

Shuffling along with millenniums of

quartz, granite, and basalt through

high and low tide.

By the wink of moonlight

traveling dark waters bravely till



It must be the reason I gather them season upon season,

trying to find all the fragments

that have found the shore once more

as the ocean’s muddy fingers toss them back upon the sand.

I gather them in baskets so that I can remember.