The Lone Surfer

I feel like an old, haggard surfer,
 bent over my board,
 legs in the water,
hoping for the wave I fear I have
missed.
The larger waves march across the ocean floor
racing underneath me and
I rise with their chi running to the shore,
hopeful
there will be one more for me to
edge up onto the lip,
step back onto this board,
my magic carpet for a life time,
find my balance,
push up onto the curl and
find that place
 where the energy of life
arrives at my feet,
climbs up my legs and
into my body as
I find the teetering force-
the will carry me aloft towards the shore,
ebullient,
empowered and
content to be
the lone surfer patient enough to
wait for the moment when
fear becomes hope
one more time.

My sister's doorstep

Can I turn my back on
the darkness that has come to
rest in
 the circle of my arms and
cast it wide,
stride away and into
 the rest of my life,
quieting Sydney's relentless complaints and fears
and wake up in
another town,
at my sister's doorstep and offer her a cup of
morning coffee,
my headlamp tucked into the pocket of
my bathrobe,
excited,
afraid,
curious and hungry for more before
we both exit?

The Cartier Tiara

All of that
sky
awaits me,
patient and eternal,
infinite,
hope,
beauty and
silence
as
keenly sculpted as any
Cartier tiara.

Poolside

Poolside somewhere at
sunset,
some oddity of a life may have been
mine
for the living
with merriment and joy
just out of
reach,
my choices got me to here
 though I had no other
insights.
Pulled from the wreckage of
a life not lived
well,
I chose the circus and not the seat
in the audience
as the lights and the magic
did blind my path.