meditate then on the weight of water
this floating life these bones
this lingering season, its sudden end
an answer hauled in on murmurating sails
pushed by blue heron winds
singing more songs under warming sun
writ under the closed eye of a sleeping moon
Category Archives: Days
Day 64, 2024
this other side of a tired moon
asks only for my sleep
Day 63, 2024
yes brother duck, it’s a wonder
the whole world, the wharf
is water, and here you lord over
the great world’s wound bleeding
this moment’s victory will bleed
over into an uncertain one
still writ by water
River City Mick 