Inland Sea

the snow piled
on the hills,

whisps of grass
poking through,

reminded me of
the sand dunes

we watched blowing
in the island winds.

inland reminders
of a sea of memory.


This Will Have To Suffice

I have no words for what I feel,
just these lines that will
have to suffice.

We’re not expressed in lines
of symbols, strung together
to make sounds.

All in all, we still miss something.
Something vital that remains

Between the lines, between the symbols,
we feel it. Unexplained, unknowable, inexpressable,

but undeniable.