Walking On Sunshine
They are waiting and it's not even 5 AM.
Dear Anonymous,
They are waiting and it's not even 5 AM.
One gentleman I don't know well is introduced and we are able to set him up with a backpack, some extra large shirts, socks and a coffee card. He smiles.
This one takes a coat for a girlfriend. This one takes a coat for a young woman up the street.
Someone else stops by on his way to work, living in the shelter and needing to get to work by 5:30 AM. He needs socks, working down on the wharf. I look at his shoes. Insufficient at best. I pray they have boots for him.
I hear a difficult story involving some folks I know out here. Good people. But desperate. And desperation creates some pretty awful, and most often, regrettable behaviors.
My heart sags a bit. Maybe folds just a bit.
But watching these men light up just for a moment is the gift, the lesson reminding me to stay with the love. Reminding me to be too busy with love to feel those stabs of resentment or disappointment or anguish or all that other wreckage. Stay with the love. Stay with the love.
How I Might Paint the Sky
How I Might Paint the Sky
Under Cover
Under Cover
Old Speck
Old Speck
The solstice is arriving. This recalcitrant sun sleeping late. We are almost at the high tide of your disappearance. Come home.
The solstice is arriving. This recalcitrant sun sleeping late. We are almost at the high tide of your disappearance. Come home.
The abundance of your hips. Hip to hip.
The abundance of your hips. Hip to hip.
It all largely looks like a stage set to me. Single digits out here in the audience.
It all largely looks like a stage set to me. Single digits out here in the audience. — at Handy Boat, Casco Bay.
How this can be, seemed less important than that it is.
How this can be, seemed less important than that it is. Wondering about couples dying hand in hand and the beloved cats that await their return.
Bow Wow
Bow Wow
Late Autumn Marina Muddle
Late Autumn Marina Muddle
Broad Sides and Slants
Broad Sides and Slants
Bottoms Up Season Finale
Bottoms Up Season Finale
And if all these wanderings led to just this, I would be good.
And if all these wanderings led to just this, I would be good.
After the storm. Before the Deluge.
After the storm. Before the Deluge.
The waves were capping white and frothy...
The waves were capping white and frothy, the lines from her hull snaking out into the reach of that gale and all we could see was her mast rising from the gully of that terrifying sea.
Something about a crow and a black moon. A horizon seen from a marshland, seagrass on fire.
Something about a crow and a black moon. A horizon seen from a marshland, seagrass on fire.
The wounded hulls. Sidelined. Watching winter approach.
The wounded hulls. Sidelined. Watching winter approach.
Why I knew there were three blue boats in a row and why I didn't know any of their names.
Why I knew there were three blue boats in a row and why I didn't know any of their names.
Along those lines.
Along those lines.