a shade darker

late summer haiku

glistening sea
once a sandcastle
stood this ground

sultry air
thrasping
cicadas

barnacles
the cutting edge
of her voice

evening shadows
drift onto the dune
a day’s regrets

meteor shower
lost in
the pause

August moon
your summer face
a shade darker

deep into the wail

blue again
no summer sky
blue…that blue
deep into the wail
of a saxophone blue*

feeling blue all day and anxious –  that ‘late summer is slipping away feeling’ and I’m not sure I’m ready to let it go and then there’s an earthquake on the east coast that everyone felt but me even though I’ve rattled through two or more before this one

earthquake…the night wobbles anyway**

late summer edges begin to fray the sepia tone sunset

oh well, late summer blues and sepia tones are also fruit to taste and savor for their own ripe richness

deep ridges
       in a piece of driftwood
               …wanting more

*     published Modern English Tanka

**    published Presence 


Dancing Under the Stars

A rare delight. Last night I went to a friend’s “club” event which was located out-of-doors on the bay. Cocktails and hors d’oeuvre followed by dinner and dancing on the deck. There is something wildly freeing about dancing under the stars. It feels like the wind, water and sky are participating – even encouraging. I love it. A five piece band played and grooved with its audience. The sound was retro-reggae with the band doing every cover song to inspire creative movement.

The crowd was a wonderful mix of friends and strangers, youth and elders, shakers and the shaky. Dancing together mixing partners and derriers loosened the crowd in a joyous chorus. The ultimate antidote to all the partisanship that we are bombarded with on a daily basis. And did I mention that the music rocked?

Whooee. Fast-forward to the next morning and the after-glow of a rare event when all the elements come together to create a magical time of dancing and sharing a child’s knowing of how to have fun. The only thing I would do different is one less rum punch, twenty less minutes of dancing and ice on my sore ankle. But that’s only because it’s the morning after. Last night was heavenly.