Sand and Time

The clatter of crockery

Heady aromas 

Of greasy food and smoke

The hum of conversation

Mixed with Hank Williams

From the battered jukebox

In the corner

The portly cook

Dirty apron

Cigar stub dangling ash

Scooping hash and eggs

On to chipped cracked plates

Served by a tired waitress

With a look of life

Upon her face

I have been here a thousand times

In a thousand different places

And when I am gone

This scene will die

Buried by sand and time



Last post till September Heading To the Cabin
Hope everyone has a great and safe summer

My Vessel My Own

Sketches of your inner turmoil

Are drawn on the oceans

With invisible ink

My sight blinded

I do not sail 

A ship from your past

My vessel my own

You have never stood

Upon its deck

Felt the wind

On your skin
Letting its rhythm
Embrace the soul
My navigation charts
Show no route
To sail

Time

At night

Deep in thought

I feel

Your gentle touch

A subtle reminder

More time has passed

Than lays before me

Cherish those little moments

A little deeper

The rush to reach 

Soul soothing goals

Be tempered

Fully enjoy

Each that come to pass

Create full memories

To hold

As the clock ticks

Life In A Bottle

Life giving substance

Wrapped in plastic

 Discarded with out thought

In rivers and streams
Lakes,Oceans

Forests and ditches

Along sidewalks

Hills,valleys

Fields and streams

Tossed out of cars

They bounce along highways

Without a care

While some

Lay for decades

In the local landfill

Commuter Truth

Truth

Got lost

On the train of convenience

If you missed it

The next one leaves

On platform B

In ten minutes

Stand clear of the doors please

Nature's Peace

There is a peace here

That demands respect

Civilization does not intrude

The sounds 

Nature provides

And the light gurgle

Paddles through water

The splash of fish

Jumping across the bay

The ghostly call of the loon

Riding crisp clean air

We are here at the grace

Of what God created

Travel with care

 Enjoy and preserve

Drift Dreaming

Twilight of dreams

Deep recesses of the mind

Drift in a journey

To places never seen

The spirit faces

Of those never met

Eyes with stories

Never heard

The scent of unknown wine

Lingers gently

As dawn breaks