Amber Pale

What I see staring back at me

Colors amber, violet

Pale with vivid centers

Silent as a sunset

speaking volumes of doubt

Behind silhouettes of hills

and waves upon the sand

Fog folds inward

on itself

As the search

concludes

  

Belonging

The sea is not the same

Walking along the shore
with skies not quite
alight

Do you know the reason

a journey though tranquil,

fades more quickly

from its tranquility?

It is in the vacant stance

wherein your knowing glance

belongs

Eastham, Massachusetts Sept 2021

Down In the Hollow

Back again

Down in the hollow

of my heart

Where so many

longed for,

missing days

Sit on shelves

I am waiting

in between

Ever the pursuit

that ends

Down in the hollow