Signs everywhere

I asked for a sign

but wouldn’t open my eyes

because the sound of backyard birds

felt like a caress.

It was like we were at the pond

and it was early in the evening.

There was plenty of time for ice cream.

Please don’t go yet.

We dance on rooftops

It seems quiet below the water

but it’s hard to get comfortable

when I can’t feel the weight of things.

I’ve made several bridges,

mostly imaginary, to link the real

and the construct I seem to crave.

Sometimes we soar; often we fall.

Imagine dancing on rooftops

with no fear of what’s below!

If there’s a choice,

why not see the loveliness of shadow

and hear the heartbreaking joy

of birds tearing up a morning sky?

The sun breaks and so do I.

Sal’s Cityscape

A King Crab took hold of the moon

and shook it over the river,

making reeds quiver on the bank.

Lights from a thousand lonely hearts

shimmered from towers of the city.

A few miles away, the forest sighed.

She moaned his name as clouds fell.

Bridges

We’re held together

by the suspension

of most boundaries

No matter how distant

or polite we may be

behind our lenses,

we war with ourselves

to keep the dark things

quiet until someone

whispers “let go…”

and we reach for that

voice and the light

that sparkles

amid our deviance

Each time we wake,

there are storms

brewing by breakfast each morning