As I go through each day, these days, I am greeted by A flurry of emails, todo lists, errands I try to tackle each task but then I pause. I see the water, all around me, clear and blue Weighing me down by its heaviness…

Alone? No! I feel a presence just as I feel with my eyes closed Water! All around me Am I drowning? Slowly… bound, tied yet safe and floating free… Dead? How did I get here? I forget… Was I always here? In parts maybe… striving…

The dance of the rain   I am comforted by the four walls, a roof and the fire. The bay window frames the perfect view for the dance of the rain.   Like in any performance the mizzle lightly drips building momentum it gathers speed…

My Mother’s Roots My Mother’s Roots can be found in her boots. I remember her Black and Brown boots before the change. Her shirts were always tucked into her skin tight jeans held in place by numerous belt colors. I imagined her Black boots allowed…

Small town. Houses surrounded by dirt roads occasionally sparkling with small pieces of gravel. Tumbleweeds blowing across empty cotton fields, Loud claps of thunder. Flashing  furious lightening.   Rain pouring from the sky. Kids racing outside in oversized  yellow rain boots. splashing in ginormous rivers…

You cannot drown a fish. Barrel by barrel You fill their tank But still, they swim Because you cannot drown a fish. This is what I tell myself As my lungs fill with the salty flavor of grief Your gavel may crash, tearing my skin…

Dream of an Ex-Friend   Your face beneath my eyelids, contorted. I try to remember   your words: sideways mouth, rage erupting in whirlpools.   In the morning, all that remains are your eyes and an empty coffeepot. Familiar sizzle: hiss of water, steady drip…

Float Tank   I am floating in the dark, incapable of sinking. I almost think I like this.   Water has never really felt like a friend to me — bodies of water, that is. Water in a glass has been a mentor, a therapist,…

To drown in you, is rebirth anew.   This Oasis, forms the basis, of strength and reverie.   As I sit near the water, I pray you’ll remember me…   This love of water becomes a token, Toward the call of Love, of depths and…

Drowning out the world they descend Explorers of the Deep with goggles over eyes and pursed lips that smile, now and then, and whisper bubbles They know the treasures they will find but imagine them unknown marvelling at the myriad possibilities of what they could…