There was no light And in the darkness Your spirit tried to soar I heard it Through your fingers You started And then you stopped One,...

I've come to listen to the rustling of the palms High up the coconut tree I've come to listen to them talk With a hope to hear your voice...

To catch identity— and frame it on a wall, then move through time listening closely for new calls. To wander forward— with different...

The knots in the wood tell tales left unsaid— of living a life that follows the bends, while feeding the earth it continually tends. It...

Leave me by the breezy door, the barking dog, the turning waves clinging to the ocean's floor, and crickets singing and distant calls, as...

If all the world was blind, would we finally see? Would we all just be? Would there be a different peace? And in this darkness, where the...

In solitude I do sit, in the cool of a summer breeze as the wind gently carries the trees and my thoughts gently carry me to places where...

Only the moon lay in the sky and a few hours lay between our goodbye. I have met your soul and you mine but many words we have yet to...

It was time to go, I peeled away, walked down the steps and you faded to grey. Into the day—I went, lit by the fires of the night,...

I travel back in time with feet in one place to find meaning in those that I passed—seen and unseen. Some have not—and some know not—the...

And in the hue of a night, the drum played —it played from its resting place, upon the soul of my simple, seeking self. And in the light...

Ancient and sentient, they stay, and sit beside us These echos of wisdom and knowing—exhale deeply from the ancestral trees standing...

The bird arrives—just at the right time alone but full, as the murmurs of the earth urges— this way, that way. You, unknowing, standing...

Oh to see the speed of a gazelle crossing grasslands, the stretch of a giraffe reaching tall heights, the found wisdom in an elephant’s...

The Body—it holds all of its haul Through ancestral lands, And hard stories that stay And long migrant trails, and colonial tales of...

What do you think of this plastic world That slowly curls around the edges of our zinc shacks Our cardboard homes—our grasses of litter...

I should like to write a poem which carries the beauty of the sea, the growing warmth of a rising sun, the endless giving of a...

To amble over and linger long That fills my soul and warms me whole As embers of a passing sun beckon us to start —all over again.

In the shadow, we lie awake— It's when we blossom and plan our dreams, or fall into sadness or deep madness, as the ebbs and flows open...

For some, the land is moist the grass green soil rich and life is sweet. For others, the land is dry the grass brown soil sand and life...

Today I saw the greenest green Tucked in the earth, beneath a tree Pushing softly towards the sky, trying hard to grasp up high. Gently,...

Oh the stories we do tell of broadened smiles and successes wild, of striving souls and worn out shoes. Though fancy cars, muscles sore,...

Grief is the story that knocks our door even before death's perhaps untimely call. It fills the space with tears we dread, or those of...

I wonder where the waves go After they meet the shore. Do they surrender their form— lose their meandering song, and become forever gone?...