Fluffernutter Sandwiches

Ride on the cloud that drifts just below the moon
Bask in residual sun that has lingered around for us.
We might get close enough to Him to see His smile
A child might say carved out of a wheel of cheese
But I say is carved out of my heart that keeps on
Rising up like a spring flower persisting through storm
To drink up the first rays that fall from the rainbow
Down to soil cultivated from the detritus of autumn.

Doesn’t that cloud look like magic fluffernutter pulled
From the jar just before the peanut butter is spread
On the other slice awaiting, a little jealous of sweetness
That sticks to its partner so strong it won’t flatten out?
Imagine the moon is hungry for a bite of this life we share
Drifting below, a little aimless tonight, but just as alive
As when the direction to travel felt so damn clear it hurt?
We could make ourselves a sandwich and let Him taste us.

Ride on the cloud together and we’ll touch that moon
Scrape the golden ganache of His face and taste sugar
Sweetened by the lingering sun. We’ll get close enough
On our marshmallow ride to carve a smile in our hearts
That will feel like the light that sticks to lunar surfaces
On a cool night that relieves summer of its relentlessness.
We can eat peanut butter by the spoonful and tell stories
So stuck to the roof of our mouths all we’ll do is laugh.

Doesn’t that cloud look just like a dream we whipped up
Out of the winter snow that fell in our distant memories
Left behind in empty jars spent of their sticky sweetness?
I am going to take two pieces of bread and lay them out
For all the life I have left to spread and get out my knife
To cut off the crusts that really just make an unnecessary
Boundary between the air we breathe and what we taste
Riding on this cloud adrift under the golden moon’s smile.

When You Lap My Feet

When you lap my feet
With your soothing song
I want to dive into your wetness
To see how deep inside our souls
I can swim.

I walk towards you step by step
Until your song drowns the noises
Life makes of other people’s living.

I could stand on your sand
A foundation slips away
And never fear a thing
Then watch the gull fly
Over your shimmering skin
Aloft in freedom
Finding inside a sustenance
That brings life
Only your deepest flesh knows.

I am briefly jealous.
Until I hear your song again
Singing for me
Alone in the surf where you end
Always giving me a loving caress
That froths as it fades
And surges up, again and again.

You deposit gifts on my earth
Broken shells and drifting weeds
Only I can see as my treasure.
Here, the smoothed rock…
There, a flattened stone
For me to return to you in skips
Like a man remembering his boyhood
Or a boy still dreaming of what story
He will tell when I return inside you
A love as persistent as the moon
That pulls you rising
Across the quiet of a solitude
That together we understand
As a language spoken
Throughout time for this moment
Awaiting us since the beginning.

Ocean Testimony

a boy sits on a broken lobster trap
to stop the shiver in his knees
and accounts for strange, winter companions:

a flock of seagulls,
cracking mussel shells on the jetty

a sentimental couple,
walking barefoot in the shallow surf

a dog and its walker,
tossing a tennis ball for an eager fetch

rescued from kelp beds
wood from broken ships
smoothed, minimizing clues
to piece together adrift memories

he surveys this salt kingdom
that spat out the detritus.

the surf, a siren’s call;
powerful crests and hypnotic cadence
subversive beauty:
when enraged,
devours armadas.
when stilled,
reveals deep harmony.

He watches whitecaps
rise to kiss the moon
then melt away.

This blameless breeze that surrounds
its guests with a pleasant chill,
Weaves dune grasses and lost relics into fences.
In his heart, a voice
– music –
a melody for strange companions
a silent resounding testament to beauty.