Shadows in the light
of my old salt lamp
Reaching across time
Trying to remember

They dance in my head
Long fingers probing the recesses
hoping for tactile recognition
but the secret is withheld

Voices in the dark
whispering aloud
You cannot know
The day is silent
the world is still

The cacophony of memories
Clashing with presence
the chaos
The disorder
Must come to some conclusion

Rest your head
Weary one
Order will be found on the edge of chaos
Life will continue
Picking it’s way through,
Step by step
1000 different footsteps
Looking for the answers.
Each to find their own
In some inordinate mess

Who were you?
Why were you here?
Did you long for me in your sleep?
Or were you just looking for a warm body
To temper your solitary confinement?

I rest, the jumbled, messy thoughts
Give way to a wave washing over them.
You are gone
I am gone
Life continues.

Walking down the pier
Golden sunlit blue skies
A pelican sits on the rail
Eyeing me as I approach
Wondering
In his small bird brain
If he is safe from me
Perched on the rail.

One foot lifts
Then another.
His pelican eyes
Following me
His pelican beak
Lowered.
But he stays.
He knows I will not hurt him.

He is still there
As I reverse my direction
This time
He just watches
But his feet stay still.
He knows he is safe.

Beside him
On the ground
A white Ibis stands
As if they are friends.
Ibis takes it’s cue from pelican.
And knows he is safe
When I walk by.

Lots of people on the pier.
A man does yoga on the end.
Another walks by
Reeking of cheap cologne
Spoiling the smell of the sea
Momentarily.

Couples
Friends
Except for one lone fisherman
Only I walk alone
on the pier
In the crowd.

I am content.
Thoughts run through my head.
A sweet embrace
A happy conversation
Fraught with possibilities
And some fear.
Days to come
Will tell.
Right now…
Contentment.

Peace
Quiet
Sunshine
The sea
Friends
Family
Solitude, even in a crowd.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images

She ranted
Until
There was nothing left
To rant about.

Then she fell
Silent
Hoping for the change
Which did not come.

Still she remains
Hopeful
Although she is not
Naive.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Stress Relief Workshop (http://www.stress-relief-workshop.com/ranting.html)

In a state of flux
Feeling change happening
within my psyche
Within my mind.

My soul
Doesn’t change,
It just evolves.
Through every bout of flux.

The flux feels like a giant shift
Shift in perception
Shift in comprehension
Shift in motivation.

A call to unity
A call to action
A call to truth
A call to let go what no longer serves.

Listening to the wind
Whistle through the trees
Symbolizing the changes
That are coming

Changes that have come.
No longer wrapped in my own small drama
There is a larger energy
That pulls me toward it.

The past has only prepared me
For what is to come.
To stand up and be counted.
I will add my voice.

I see the sunrise
I see the night fall
In rhythmic patterns of the universe.

I see a field
Outside of space and time
Where we exist
Where we join,
And where we separate.

I am curious.
The connection is so strong
Within that dimension
Yet, here in this human, earthly dimension
It cannot be.

The answers lie in the ephemeral space
Zero-point fields
Visible only to those who see
Within the dusk as the light fades,
Or the dawn, as the light grows.

Perhaps unknowable to the human psyche.
Yet in the center of my soul,
I know.
I always have known.
Always.

Itchy eyes
Scratchy throat
Pills lined up on the counter
Zinc, Vitamin C, echinacea
Ibuprofin in the super-saver size.
Benadryl, to stop the itching and
Make me sleepy.

Trying to beat a cold.
Wage a war while I sleep.
Wake up and be whole.
I always said,
I’d be whole again someday.

Make me laugh.
Make me laugh til I can’t breathe.
Make me laugh til my stomach hurts.
Make me laugh til tears roll down my cheeks.
Make me laugh.

Make me laugh when we talk.
Make me laugh when we walk.
Make me laugh when you come through my door.
Make me laugh when you take me to bed.
Make me laugh when I cry.
Make me laugh.

Show me your face
The one you wear in the dark of night
When no one is looking.

Show me your soul
The one you hide behind imposed perfection
Deep down inside you.

Show me your spirit
The one who lifts you off the floor
When you’ve stretched your last thread of sanity.

Show me you. All of you.
The perfectly imperfect you.
I don’t want anything else.

I may not want you.
But I may.
Let me see, so there’s a chance.