There’s something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.

I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water’s surface. Not knowing the journey’s end, I rest in nature’s embrace.

The seeds of life inside my womb were present at my birth; a gift from mother’s mother, on back to Mother Earth.

On pristine parchment I draw with my skis calligraphic lines of joy, writing poems of movement.

The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.

I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water's surface. Not knowing the journey's end, I rest in nature's embrace.

Our lives are a constellation of events, strung together, glittering; the shapes only being seen from a distance.

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

I can't keep myself from creativity. Ideas flash like lightning burning my bones. It must flow out of my hands or it will burst me apart.

I am lost in the embrace of a soft summer night, surrendering to its ecstasy while the voyeuristic fireflies wink knowingly.