Breakers

Look, the ocean hides a screaming madness

but it looks so serene until the waves rise up

and break, until the storm opens it up

and the primal force lets loose 

its dazzling roar and crashing surf,

then leaves us a foamy edge of silence

to watch as it dissolves into another 

kind of light.

From: Shorts: Short Poems

On How We Ramble

Unpub. MS p. 66

What Light Is This

What a strange kind of moth it would be

that is attracted to darkened candles.

Lovers and seekers see the light 

as an earnest madness in one another.

There is nothing in day and night that will 

tie down their wild, scandalous hearts.

Who can see light where there is none?

Where there are lovers, there light is.