News: My thoughts are clouds I cannot fathom into pastries.

--1 June 2018--

Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

The Fellowship

January 3, 2019

190103 - Sun Soaked in Cali {A Poem}

Sounds soak the warm air pouring in the window,
Your hair is free floating, lapping chin and neck,
Lazy spots speckle the dusted dashboard
And every turn feels like the beat just dropped. 
We’re out here in the California gold -
Whipping by the cool blue ocean on the rim. 
Bronzed skin and glossed lips, tanned limbs 
This is a paradise from the bitter north 
A reprieve from the sacred mountains and snow
And I am loving every minute of it. 

We park the car, step barefooted onto hot pavement, 
Feel it seep into our toes, up the arch and through our bones. 
Race you down to the tidemark 
And splash our way into the ocean 
For a brief moment, we are connected to continents we’ve never seen, 
All by a vast expanse of cerulean and foam. 
Sandy legs firmly planted on little hills 
Tall as pillars before the crabs and gulls and clams. 
Pull the tab back on a soft drink, 
Hear the puff and shrrt before the sugar sweet dance on tongue-tip. 
Pop the seam on a bag of chips, crunch and crinkle 
Interspersed with laughter around an 8 o’clock pallet fire 
That licks the seams of the skyline 
And high tales pass back and forth between smooth teeth. 

In the sun-soft glow against tan-lines, feel the breeze; 
Watch the crash of the waves mimic the impact of your words
Over the thrum of background music rolling out. 
Pull over a hoodie and sandals as the sun dips into the flames. 
I am melted in the moment, like a softened butter stick,
And the tropical smell of sunscreen ends the night 
On a Hawaiian note in the middle of a California summer. 


Signed with love, 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Related Posts with Thumbnails