Sitting in the solitude of your chance-made garden,
you watch the wind
dancing the leaves
of the tallest trees.

In this moment,
the last thing you want
is for the streams to descend the lengthy limbs,
sliding ever closer
to your carefully set self.

But you and he
and them and the air
can never stay still
for long.

Good evening, all!
Friendly reminder that--unless called upon--
we ask all spirits to remain on mute.
The connection can be a little spotty,
but we want to see all we can as the veil thins,
so please keep your third eye open
until it’s your time to commune.
Thank you again for attending this evening of digital divination.

Oh, and feel free to put your deepest, darkest questions in the chat box.
The moderator/medium will address them in turn.

Forgiveness smells
like the first drops of rain
hitting hot cement.

Could it feel like steam released
when warm words pour
from cooler lips?

On a none-too-distant shore
bobbed the sun
moored like unvoiced hope
waiting for its chance to swim.

26 blocks from my new home, the world ends in a celebration of cliffs and waves and the glory of new edges. Tucked behind a marvel of architecture is a place I'll come to when the desire to seek meets with the need to hide.

The world's largest camera.

Behind saloon doors, costing less than a cup of coffee at the cafe above, the world's end waits to be observed. Admired. Held at a distance.

I want to share it with you. This near and dear distance. Revel in its focus. Become the unseen eye, serene in the water's tumult.

Did you ever see it?

Are you seeing it now?