McClures Beach

Overhanging ferns
Barely quiver.
The little stream
Meandering down
To the beach
Is composed
Of inland storms.

Rain Shadow

Under rain shadow,
Across coastal cordillera
To high plains and
Mountain axis
Of this immense land,
Come raindrops that
Stop gently in our hands. 

An Infinitive: To Find

The lemniscate in love
Is silent, isn't even
Written, but it's there--
A vowel or infinite
Avowal, promise beyond
The mind-- left free
For lovers to find.

Some Assembly Required

Remember,  we work hard
On who we are and take
Care in what we do.
You can't be part of 
The universe without
It being part of you.

Propogation

We see force bend
Empty space
Where things end
And will be,
Have been and
See mass succumb
To entropy.
This is what we
Often miss:
Insubstantial stuff,
Future floating over
Dandelion fluff,
Ideas where nothing
Stops --nor do lives
Grow only to
Their tops but course
Above what we are.
A sob or kiss, enlarged
By love,  gains force
And travels very far.

Insulators

Tinted glass poured into
Contour of cables
Carried over roads,
Cities, over rarities,
Familiarity, daily
Schemes and dreams alike
Connect now only to
Day and night --refracting
Sunlight and in age
Still  glow  bright.

The King's Mansion

The message board claims a mystery, somewhere between Ohio and Kentucky,  crisis within caused a campaign to fail. I have often wondered what misfortune befell this ministry.

What we know
From a train window,
Uncertain, caught
In a murky curtain,
Consumed in
Remoteness, a
Process by which
Probability changes
Under stress--
Progress reversing--
Once occurred,
Never happened.
Another blessing in
Disguise: kings 'til
Proven otherwise.