Down that narrow lane
Where the facades of the shops are bright
And the path bends east and out of sight,
The unknown future beyond the curve beckons.
Always Toward the Light
Holy Night in St Augustine
Sailboat swings in midnight’s breeze,
Rocking the crew below to sleep.
Waterfront buildings light the quay
As eve gives way to Christmas day.
Fresh Start
The sun rises over the Matanzas Inlet,
Washing the facades of the waterfront shops
And stirring the family asleep below deck.
First gift of a good morning.
Mind Design
The weathered window is shuttered
And the potted plants untended.
Still, that unknown and unseen within
Conjures an awe-full image.
Driven
So strong the force that led him this way,
He’ll wait for her signal day upon day.
So strong the force craving his donation,
He’ll stay to be eaten post consummation.
Parted Waters
Four hours into the outgoing tide,
I walk the wetlands’ uncovered paths
Aiming for the north shore of Matanzas Bay
And the spotted seatrout that frequent there.
Morning at Castillo de San Marcos
The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.
Castoffs
Hurricane buckled and rotted dock,
Malformed and misshapened over time,
Its driving dream of aquatic adventure
Withered and abandoned in line.
Homage
No one saw the loggerhead
Pull herself ashore last night
Cloaked in predawn darkness.
No one saw her dig the nest,
Nor lay her eggs, nor cover the pit
Nor drag herself back to water’s edge.
Still, we and the gathering others
Linger by her tracks in hushed adoration.
Social Distancing at Georgie’s Diner #1
Arriving early
Before the breakfast rush –
Peace of mind dining.
