Nightlight

A bird in song, Santa Clarita, California
Nightlight

Once I was
a sweet song bird

joyful as the jingle
of a kid’s bike bell

gentle as a breeze
on my mother’s shoulders

strong as the strands
on a spider’s web

Then I dimmed
as if the night
light in the hall

the bell whispered
the breeze stilled
the silk softened
and I sat down
to rest

This poem is also part of a collection I put together called All the Shapes of Joy.

with wonder and delight

Waves on Playa San Agustinillo
 with wonder and delight
  
 the sun shines
 on the deep blue sea
 bright light pulling us
 like thread unraveling 
 from a favorite winter sweater
 
 the white waves
 splash and crash
 under the golden sky
 repeating like a refrain
 music to our ears singing
 away the cold of home

 the strandline soaks
 the soft sand
 laying down a rug
 for our callused feet
 to wander into 
 a fresh new day
  
 the sand crabs scurry
 along the water’s edge
 as we meander
 through their neighborhood
 together we dance before the sea
 with wonder and delight 

Another poem from my Gathering at the Sea collection, written while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico in January 2021. You can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here:

Exhilaration

The Ocean

little shell

a song of escape

The Moon Speaking

 The Moon Speaking
  
 I remember that night, when I was full-on 
 in my shiny best, I got a glimpse of you moving 
 along the sandy shore. You caught my attention 
 as you skipped from spot to spot on the wet sand 
 where the gentle waves caress the earth. You were chasing 
 sand crabs. Whether teeny-tiny or the bigger ones, those 
 armored beings always beat your lumbering foot, like a giant \
 overtaking them, back into their little bitty holes. You
 giggled at their speed and spoke to them in laughter. When you 
 tired of your rollicking pursuit, you paused on the sand and 
 gazed out over the water to the horizon. Your spine 
 straightened like a tree in the summer sun and your chest 
 curved ever so slightly toward the sky, like a baby opening
 her mouth, hungry to be nourished, completely trusting 
 her mother. As if just noticing it’s the light on in the room 
 that is keeping things from being dark, you look my way. 
 As you lean back with your arms wide in a heart-centered kiss 
 of communion, I sense your imagination unfolding like a flower.
 In the mirror of my being, you see your power, your beauty 
 and strength. You claim the truth: how you simply need to be,
 emanating your light, in phases, not always glowing in your
 full glory because sometimes you need to rest. 

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This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.