Aperture

Through the aperture
Of retrospect, prismed past
Shimmers a mirage

Known world

Bounds of the known world:
Far as I see in your eyes
Wide as your embrace

The cross

Torturous planks, less
Crucifix than bridge crossing
The mortal chasm

Bridge

Bridge, mediator
Of earth divided, beauty
In form, metaphor

Droplets

After rain, droplets
Hang globular on branches
Refracting the world

Sunday morning surf

Sunday morning surf
Communion of sea and sand
Where God's voice moves still