beached

I’d never seen lightning in the clouds quite like that. It spoke of me. Maybe even came from me. Don’t ask me how I knew. It just was. I felt it rise in veins already bursting on the beach of someone not yet met. You were already drowned in sand. An abyss of my contempt. Your ignorance of nature and my essence was appalling. Lightning held my time in trust until I claimed it back. You thought that it was ours. You were wrong.

fox

His bohemian trail’s a shadow
courting early hours.
Elegant in frost and freedom,
moon’s wise-dog is lingering
insight, testing scent.
He knows I watch him circle
starlit thoughts between us,
that I glean his wake
for echoes of another world
beyond this hide in space.

 

and then this ~ beloved friend J reworked and out-fox’d me *smiles*

His bohemian shadow
courts the early morning
frost, my elegant freedom.

A mongrel moon lingers
in sight of testing scent,
alert to crescent starlight
thought between us.

I glean his waking echo
for other worldly space,
for us to hide.