learning to accept

parking my car a block away

because construction equipment

takes all nearer spaces

i look at the seven-story structure

i am looking to move into

the thought comes to my mind

and lips: “I am coming here to die”

surprisingly, i find i am at peace

with the thought

it is where i am in my life

although i know i will fight

to treasure as much as i can retain

until i know the end is mine

little drains

little things that happened

never resolved, not quite forgiven

nagging bits that seem to be gone

until something else stirs the memory

and the irritation roils as though

a current event – the breath sharpens

the jaw clenches, the self-talk speaks

within my being, ragging what i

should have said to justify

my vindictive anger

and my hurt still draining my joy

and my relationship

daylight saving

 restless fog seeps between the pines

caresses blades of grass with silver

clings to windows, peering in

at humans’ clocks, wondering

at the foolishness of ‘daily savings’

when Sol burns on at a star’s pace

regardless

by the Pacific

dozens of people on the sand

walking, standing looking out

pondering the expanse of ocean

each feeling alone

caught in time

an infinitesimal part

of a greatness no one

can comprehend

Norwegian coast and fjords

scoop-gouged by pebbles

entrapped by ice, dragged by gravity

granite mountains carved

into sharp-edged bowl fragments

enshrine stark glacial time 

osprey pair

osprey pair

one among the twigs of the nest

one on the crossbar high above

unsheltered from driving rain

waiting

stoic, impatient or oblivious of time

for nature’s next step

in their bespoken calling

to bring forth the next generation