366 Poems: DECEMBER 31ST, 2016

New Me, Still MeĀ 

(Seabirds)

I took a trip outside the reef

to where white seabirds soar,

and took upon an ocean

that I’d sailed some years before.

And the tides pulled a different way

than planned, but I won’t groan

from friends and falls and memories

that made this sea a home.

Now imagine a little girl

looking out with no name.

Imagine a young woman

looking inward just the same.

Imagine they are meeting,

turning onward and before.

Imagine seabirds flying–

calling, searching,

writing,

forevermore.

.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

366 Poems: November 27th, 2016

Catching Up

Those who cry

and those who fall

can always use some time

to heal,

although some never give themselves the hours.

.

But if they try

to take it all

and remember what it was like

to feel,

the universe will give them more than flowers.

.

It’ll give them a standing ovation.