Trust Peace

Trust
(my velvet daughter’s smile, like a vast translucent dream,
her open hand and brilliant laugh, her wild flower embrace)
peace.

A moment arrives

A moment arrives
from nowhere
(now here)
and finds itself confronted by choice.
Not as in diverging paths, but versions of truth.

An icicle drips from the awning, and with each measured falling,
a new moment arrives
from nowhere
(now here)
again confronted by choice, or versions of truth.

A wildflower blooms, and with each new plume,
a new moment arrives
from nowhere
(now here).

The spiral continues until you confront
the moment that arrives
from nowhere
(now here)
and choose your version of truth.

Firefly Elixir

We smear drunk rose delicious dreams,
and whisper sweet urges,
like light on sand at dusk.
We beg for morsels
(to taste, save, and savor)
from the memory making machine; summer.