Feet Out From Under Me
A love letter and a prayer and a deep bow of gratitude to Jay Patch.
Memory from May 28th, 2016
At 4 AM I have no concern with social distancing. Never have. It's lovely.
At 4 AM I have no concern with social distancing. Never have. It's lovely.
I hope there's as much upset now a white man takes a knee.
I hope there's as much upset now a white man takes a knee.
The difference was, I could breath. And this. Leaves me. Gasping.
The difference was, I could breath.
And this. Leaves me. Gasping.
I think if I post that image of all those needles and narcan I find, all the prescription bottles I find...
I think if I post that image of all those needles and narcan I find, all the prescription bottles I find jumbled in a bag tossed to the side of a parking lot, I wonder what will be seen.
I saw two boats move. Just two. One ferry. One lobster boat.
I saw two boats move. Just two. One ferry. One lobster boat.
Not a boat moving in the harbor.
Not a boat moving in the harbor.
What There Was To Hold Onto Braced Against the Proposition of Letting Go.
What There Was To Hold Onto Braced Against the Proposition of Letting Go.
Sunrise. The light tide continues to come in. Another month before the solstice...
Sunrise. The light tide continues to come in. Another month before the solstice when the light tide begins its' retreat. Savoring these early morning first lights, running to see you at 4:30 AM. Then. 4:15 AM. Then 4 AM....until those mornings I run out at 3:45 AM never looking back. Medicine mornings. Every one.
The surface slick with whatever spills from engines, or overboard, or production waste and the reflection reveals it without name.
The surface slick with whatever spills from engines, or overboard, or production waste and the reflection reveals it without name.
Terminal Dawn
Terminal Dawn
A brief blush. Or sigh. Or smothered spark. Whatever. It blossomed and departed with nary a sound.
A brief blush. Or sigh. Or smothered spark. Whatever. It blossomed and departed with nary a sound.
Arriving. Departing. Staying. Going.
Arriving. Departing. Staying. Going.
Fore River Sculpture Installations. Not really. But really.
Fore River Sculpture Installations. Not really. But really.
Walking out to a place revealed only at deepest low tide...
Walking out to a place revealed only at deepest low tide so I go and I sit and I watch as the sun plays and the clouds swoon and so do I...until I walk back and find the water over my boot tops.
Love at first light. Love at first sight.
Love at first light. Love at first sight.
This is how you would start with me.
This is how you would start with me.
For just this moment...
For just this moment. I didn't think. Or speculate. Or anticipate. Or project. And that relief was your gift to me.
Words Fail
Words Fail
Memory from May 3rd 2015
Of Chickadees Reviving, Loons Crying and Rainbows. Looking For the Unicorns Now.
Of Chickadees Reviving, Loons Crying and Rainbows. Looking For the Unicorns Now.
Memory from April 27th, 2015