Salted Caramel

Salty
burning rivulets rushing
pushed by gravity like every newborn
is pushed
out of eternity
into living--
into dying.
Sweet
hacking gasps of air
letting you know you're alive, like
the wind
through a desert
reminds that stillness
is only temporary.
Addicted
moments that feel steeped in eternity
bobbing, afraid to let the burning stop
to take a breath your lungs will need

this moment will pass.

The Meeting

Urged by a wave that keeps rolling up and
out, unfurling
tilting my chin skyward and pulling open
my jaws
words tumble out exposing an ocean's worth
of secrets.
In my mind I let the salty frigid water wash
over you
I watch your mind's shelter darken and drag
with understanding.
Patterns bloom, imprinting in the grains of
your being.
I can taste as I retreat, a thousand stories
to tell.
Endless and ancient we're somehow
miniscule, expansive.
I've been waiting for us to convene these past
few years,
simply searching for shore, for understanding,
an undiscovered beach.