when we want
to eat scrambled eggs with vegetables
You ask if I would like cheese
when we want
The eggs will still be there
the cheese will be ready to grate
The wind blows while we eat our eggs
a cold breeze drifting into the room
slightly shifting the curtain
Curtains have no choice in movement
drifting and billowing
all to the forces of immediate environment
We eat our scrambled eggs
one bite at a time
sharp cheddar melted and stringy
on the eggs.
Asked for our order
Her neon blue hair
long, shiny past the shoulders
razor sharp aqua blue eyes
grounded in her self
she lives at home with her mom
due to a bad breakup
her spirit is the making of
It started with Eureka
potatoes and stuff.
Into the Avenue of Giants
catching glimpses of years
sun ray beams attacked
grains of sand
creating a mutiny of
grasped by pulls
managed in our
by the moon.
We are all bodies in an ocean.
Bodies in an ocean.
We drove south near the Pacific coast in a car.
Wind blowing off the volatile sea on one side
calm lagoons on the other.
Lagoons protected by ancient trees
and formations of the earth.
On one side I thought, I could swim
on the other I thought, I would drown instantly.
We stopped on a beach where the Eel River meets the ocean.
The current was going in a million different directions.
Seals were navigating it with grace
poking their heads up to glance at
foreign looking beings watching on the
The sand was soft and coarse, granular green
shaded shapes crafted from sea creatures
All beings turn to dirt.
Dangerous waters are interesting to watch
while calm waters sustain life.