The Way the Light

the dawn cracked sky

this 8am darkness

pushed open by this small moment

of light—

I look fondly heavenward

always remembering

the way the light soothes

with just the smallest grazing touch

healing deep into the bones

securing a heartbeat & breath, just one more

by simply being, always,

just beyond the dark, the cloud 
My skin, cold & white, tips forward, toward—

My soul, evergreens,
despite this

First day of Winter 


Point Being…

what point, that small scratch
a little skin broken & blackened
cajun or crushed blood
none could tell, but blackened

the ice mesh covering just enough
that life was just a tremble
cuddling death, and what a warmth
it is, or is it so cold it stings?

my eyes have forgotten the greenery,
the way voices erode quickest, but
the notes remain, playing overtures in my mind
plinking the little metal teeth
its a stone scraped—

wishing wells dry by middle age
some by filling the thirst
some by drought
so pull the bucket while the water remains
pull it until the well is drained

Three Day Roadtrip, Everglades & All

What can I say—winter has a cold welcome of a -26 windchill tonight. 

After spending a week exploring Florida the weather up north decided to make a sharp dive into winter as we returned. 

As for Florida, seems to me it is the land of poor & plenty. Clusters of wealth, houses far too big, and then moments later, shabby mildew smudged homes. By far, the little acreage lots that seem to line the town & city edges seem the nicest. There’s so much of that there, unlike here. Some are run down, some quite well cared for. Loved the little rural urban of so many areas. 

Ft Myers area was lovely, and by far my favorite beachcombing area so far. We did a three day ring from Orlando to Coco down to Deerfield across the Everglades and up through the countryside on back highways back up to Orlando. 

Deerfield was ridiculously warm. Wind was wild and so warm. I’ve never been somewhere that windy and at the same time that warm. The Man of War jellies were everywhere as sunrise slipped over the horizon. Was quite remarkable. 

The Everglades were, amazing, and we didn’t even explore as much as we should have. The sheer number of Gators is mind blowing, and that’s just what you can see. The amount of birds is like nothing I’ve ever seen. As far as numbers of land animals I’ve ever seen, Gators now top that list, other than grasshopper swarms I’ve never seen that many of any wild animal in my life. Truly. 

The west coast sunset was stunning. And the margaritas are worth a mention to. A conversation with republicans was odd. And yeah, I still don’t get it. Anyways…

The drive from the west shore up through the groves & farm land via gps gone wild route, was actually great. We saw lots of little towns and communities along the way and it is lovely countryside. I’m guessing we’ve now seen more of Florida than your average Floridian. They don’t seem to travel much within their area, which is the opposite of your average Canadian.  Maybe because of the drastic population difference, we drive all over the place and explore. Most of us anyway. Twelve hours here, eight there—we can’t fly everywhere. Airfares are too expensive. It’s cheaper to fly to anywhere America than to fly anywhere within our own country. So, I think that usually means, roadtrip! 

Anyways. Winter welcomed us back meanly. It’s cold, it’s dark, and has been storming for several hours now, and expect tomorrow will be blustery as well. Already, I almost forget that winter does not exist everywhere on the planet. 

Coming Home

Finding the storm, waiting, 

Right where it left off—

The simplicity & the complexity run circles

Chasing themselves tired

The wind screams into each ear canal

Just to make it pain, it’s always seeking such extremes

The snow falls in waves that feel like needles & tastes like hunger 
I’ve already forgotten warmth & light & green

The swirling coils of ice blowing 

Rooftop to sky, sky & ground, whipped up in the frenzy—

These moments of hibernation hatch & stretch

Birthing the long longer of winter.