What's left

Unspeakable truths lie

strewn stones on woodland paths

traces of our lives

prehistories calcified

stopping stones

bathed in late afternoon

sun streams

glistening unconscious

aroused sighs

gods aloud

letting go

we shudder

distracted

Kbal Spean (River of 1000 Lingas) on Phnom Kulen (the Sacred Mountain), Siem Reap, Cambodia.

On Cooking

“You make

the best           

peanut butter

sandwiches

in the whole

Okefenokee Swamp,”

my dad would say to my mom

no matter

what she cooked

or burned cooking.

Then, they would kiss.

We kids had never been to

the Okefenokee Swamp

so we figured it

was bigger than

the whole wide world.

Clouds over Paris

              A foggy morning

              makes me imagine
              possibilities.