SAIL A SILKEN PUFF

Terra firma safe

fixed and fastened

of patterns predictable

so mindlessly, so silently saunter the linear path

saluting it's defined edges,

finding comfort among emotion's low notes.

Yet everywhere living water

dripping in filmy clouds

tumbling in blue-green sea,

shimmering in silvery earth-dew.

Path's end

invites a daring plunge, an inspired soar

where the soft moon sways and

carriages of stars cluster above this heavy dark.

Sail a silken puff to crystal

dreams

and settle not

until sun's last day.

c.CSL

• from Beach Poetry, a collaboration between 2 friends, a writer & myself

• tomorrow back to Rahab quilt