BLUR

You had a secret code
To your blur
Of being
And of nothingness

I didn't know the code
I sensed the blur

Being and nothingness
Held in a gaze
Of blurry eyed
Togetherness

Your hands extend from
The blur of being
To the blur of nothing

And hold mine
All that while

A moment leaps
To no next nothing

FLUID JOURNEYS

Stray destinies bid time
In distracted waiting
Like boats tied to bay
The sea of their journeys
Lashes against the peeling paints
Of certainties, of wood, of land
Of boundaries, of control, of walls.

Nothing is written on water with finality
Except voyages unknown and beyond

Boats will write their voyages
And leave no trace