Selected Poems

Tide Lines (2009)

from Huge Blue (Leaf Press, 2009);
first appeared in Lynx, XXIV:1

There is a place on shore where a line becomes a question, a mirror for the sky. The tide walk—a place for ghosts, lost in spray, steps measured by slick shells and the flitting shapes of shore birds.

      one feather
      carried though the haze
      a gull's cry

Pinned between the forest's edge and the crashing surf; a middle-land of drying froth—parallel, liminal, smooth as feathers from a raven's wing. A highway for us to walk, tired and without footsteps, the thinning edge of the world.