Ocean currents exuberant, spell out what turbulence, really is
expressions of brute force, takes over the whole of ocean depth,
a puny little fish, blinded by thick foam, navigates alone, finding path,
sheathed in a silence going beyond mind,to a destination luminous,
never perturbed, calmly exploring that state, not fully discernible yet,
an impression abstract, getting infused with more and more clarity
each passing moment,then the orchestra of waves resonates with heart.

It is not what makes us
nor what breaks us
but
the bit that's
in between
where
some things
are best left
unsaid and
certainly
unseen.

All ferries are cancelled making way for the storm
tied to their piers, rocking back and forth, back and forth
ropes pulled tight, taut, no mail today, no fresh supplies
this is Robinson Crusoe life lived alive in the 21st century
a time set aside, cut off, forgotten by the rest of the World.

Too many Kings and
not enough Queens,
Halloween's to blame for that.

Everyone wants to be the devil
that shocks
not one of you want
to
dress in
pretty frocks,
such a shame.

I knew several witches that brewed,
bubbled,
got drunk and troubled they
stewed in their own juice, but no use
I believe on all Hallows eve
to me.
and the party
begins at
twelve.

catholic
bishops
wear
their
priest
ritual
red robes
thus
gather
around
the
holy
cathedral
fountain
to
cleanse
their
red cardinal
wings
in holy water

your soft purrs lull
me into peace
friend for life