A Steady Valve

There is a thread

pure white gold

woven through, thoroughly, uncut

Someone took a piece of its fabric

One day

long ago

Assuredly

it held fast, knots and binding

shifting into clarity

Pumping steadily

around the valve

A Heartbeat Too Slow

I thought it was clear
between us

You would call

First

When all the fears

and doubts

hung around

swarming like wasps in the dark

We were a heartbeat apart

from the start

A duet of free belly laughs

unstoppable

through it all

How can this lifetime river's

steady flow

cease

One heartbeat

too slow

Richmond, MA 2014

To dearest Jill, with all my love forever

Cartography

Cartography in degrees

Is it a discipline, a studied art?

Web maps so ever present

Click to open

live views, immediate and updated

Terrains unexplored,

yet read

Mountains with valleys, roads versus uncharted territory

Informs safely to build,

or where sites remain

untenable