A Black Skimmer in Flight

The distances we must travel
through time, memory and space.

In flight
wings unfurled
eyes narrowed
she descends again
as the morning fog
lifts

There is nothing more exquisite
than this –

The surface of the water
is deceptively calm
she waits instinctively
for life to stir
underneath

that deep persistent ache, a hunger
that cuts like a knife.

Weary from solitude
and empty of sustenance
she hears a call
a deep barking
a familiar voice

What makes us whole, must we be,
to be complete?

In his bill
a majestic red and black
she can sense
an offering
a minnow
enough for them both

Light

When will the light
go out?
Where will it be kept
hidden?

I held your attention
longer than I intended
more than I thought possible.

There are songs now
that will always
take me –

To the moment
I looked up
and found you
looking too.

Dark Matter

I know the weight of things
heavier with the knowing

I am the physicist measuring
the depth of the universe
the cosmologist searching
for exploding stars

They believe I might be
the dark matter
that wild energy
that just might hold us together

I remain steady
suspended with hope
as they disintegrate
one by one

The stars in my universe
lighting the darkness inside