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

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

Walk with me
let the dreams breathe
just for one day

Into the clouds
into the mountains
along unnamed roads

Let the crisp air
pull us together

Rest with me
even as the sky dims

We will find our way
in the morning