When Not a Reed Moves

When not a reed moves
waters still as a daylit moon
moment between breaths

The Stretch of a Day

The stretch of a day
in the thick of the simmer
follows drift of clouds

Universe of clouds
your ethereal traverse
conjures the exhale
in the fleeting memory
of a fragile sweet dream
as it drifts to oblivion

An endless walkway
under an endless blue sky
let’s go for a stroll

Slip of rootless mind
beyond the faltering light
a journey rights the way

Haze between days
hidden away even in sleeplessness
breathes these sighs of after

A turn in the night
sleep a trip many moons away
gather stars and go

A hidden oasis
within an oasis
a search beyond found

Far beyond the reeds
winds warping the fading light
there’s always a bridge
in the distance