Ghost, you call, pointing.
Just a shadow, I explain.
And yet, I wonder.
Steve D
My three-year-old insists on calling any shadow he sees a “ghost”. I’ve tried to correct him a few times, but the more I think about it, the creepier the idea is. So I hope you all are equally creeped out. You’re welcome. *laughs in Halloween*
Wake up with morning,
steaming energy, then shift
to numbing tonic.
Steve D
Unrelenting force
sweeping hair and crying gulls,
full of salt and bluster.
Steve D
Undercurrent bass,
low roars and rattling sighs,
a layered chorus.
Steve D
Eyes trace the tree line,
blink for a new horizon.
Climb, reach, gaze, again.
Steve D
Serene horizon
disguising tides in tumult,
like shards of sapphire.
Steve D
Drift down dreary street
until golden lamplight shines
and brightens the eyes.
Steve D
Work, life, politics.
Years of repeat discussions,
still somehow refreshed.
Steve D
Countdown to an end,
or new kind of beginning,
adjusted mind frame.
Steve D
Press pause on the day.
Reset the activities.
Family break-cation.
Steve D
