Sidelines

We are loping in the margins, waiting For time to become ours again.
The margins get smaller as Larger type fills the page.

The possibility of rain

My first sound of 2014
Was loud: water,

Soaking 2013’s tight
Twines of hope into

Something that is
Floating, now.

Hope for the New Year

New water will direct
All four corners of
The soul that
Wander without berth
The nautics between
Doubt and sight,
Darkness and love.