Celestial Sisters

thThe Pacific Ocean is akin to the face of the moon
by both its size, unfathomable,
for a mind such as mine to properly compute,
and likewise, its effect
of uniting men and women for eons.

Through the history of humankind
in all its bloodshed, and orgasms,
and soft drinks, and me,
the moon has always been there
for all the world’s people to gaze upon,
with necks bent skyward, and endless fascination,
and so has the ocean.


my tree, my self

stone by the river
moss-covered orb
faceless spectre
catalyst to thought

my toes, the roots
to my tree, my self
my fingers, the minstrels
of my heart, my love

cloud carrying rain
distant vision of God
voiceless entity
way of finding peace

my bones, the branches
to my tree, my self
my skin, the soil
of my heart, my love