Endangered Species

Gecko Every morning a slim green gecko      traverses the railing on my lanai. One morning going one way      the next the other its errand urgent—     perhaps the highlight of its day. Where is it headed?     What is so important? Maybe the “it” is a she    making it even more interesting to guess her purpose    her reason for punctuality or habit or simply a thing     to do each day.  Somewhere is someone watching    asking questions  pondering my little life     that seems so big so very important—     that I must write down moments as if I may forget them    which in truth I may. Does the gecko record moments    In a way known only to geckos, as we preserve ours in ways    known only to humans? One m...

Surf Time WWhen the surf tumbles me         dashes me against rocks         tosses me upon sand     With enough force         to split my bones         lay bare my soul     I take a deep breath         dive beneath the foam         swim into the great blue silence.     I surrender sighing         as surge enfolds me         caresses me, rocks me—     The world below         that world unseen         teams with life     Magical…mystical   ...

Benefit A benefit there is to growing older    to offset thinning hair—    and thinning mind. There come moments of utter clarity    when understanding opens    gratitude bubbles One knows at last what eluded and mystified    The only thing that matters    is that one loves— One tries to love, anyway, both the beauty and the pain,    and one notices the music    the delicate grace notes—  of the master composer creating, always creating    more beauty, more majesty    making even from humble things like snowflakes    grains of sand    you and me—    great works of art.