Talisman

Feather

you keep
in your
pocket.
You believe
in the god of things
found
on the ground
in the morning
when the Red Tail
soars above your path
just like that.
From the corner
of your eye -
a small quartz stone
flickers.
Eureka,
you've peeked behind
the curtain of
ecstasy.

The Sea is Here

The way 

by which she weaves
and bobs
and writhes along
the side of satin waves
where it shines
like monkey shines
about her breasts
and the other beast
her boyfriend
speaks babble
fury of feet
iPod creatures
on beach blanket
dance floor
summer drunk
beyond all reason.
So strange.
So unexpected.

Where did I leave
my toothbrush?

The Nature of Things

Lost in thought, 

hemmed in by

not knowing,
trapped
in the work-a-day world,
I took a walk,
found a Toad
in the leaves
by the woods
slowed down
to a stand-still
by the cold.
Will you be my
good luck charm?
I wasn’t superstitious
but I needed something - a sign
of good things
to come.
I carried it inside,
but it felt out of place
in that place
where the natural
is not.
I thought,
I'd better bring it
back, let it go
to the wet ground
it knows,
to the somewhere
I wish
to go.