Writes With Pencils

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Tag: Surrender

Sea Snail and Gull


Plucked from a pool
at low tide
by a ravenous seagull,
for a moment I could see
beyond the marina
and the sheltered cove
as it clutched the edge of my shell
and flew as high
as the douglas fir tops
lining the shore.

It sailed over the concrete dock
opened its beak
and let me fall
to the unforgiving hardness below
no embracing water
to sink into.

Damaged and stunned
I lay baking
in the noon day sun
as it swooped down
and again took me in its beak
to climb as high
as the naked mastheads
and again let me fall
to the land’s floating extension
no home for sea snails.

On impact the cracks split open
exposing my belly
where the gull picked and tore
inefficient in its gluttony
scattering shards of my once home
leaving just enough of me
to crawl to the edge
and surrender to the sea.



Let go.
Lean back.
Loosen your grip
on what you thought you needed,
on what you couldn’t live without.
It’s gone.
And you’re still breathing
your heart still beats
your eyes still shine
you feel the sun warm your cheeks
your throat, your belly, your thighs
as you drink coffee facing east,
remembering without looking back,
and sink into your chair
into this perfect moment.
Surrender to the here and now-
it is all you’ll ever have
and all you’ll ever need.

Safely Home



The way you hear me, and see me,

without judgment,

unties the string

unwraps the paper

and opens the lid completely

of the box

that holds the treasure

of my dreams and fears and sacredness.

I surrender,

fall back knowing,


that your heart will catch me.

And it does.

And I am protected.

And accepted.

And free.

And my most authentic self.

With you, my love, I am home-

a sturdy one

with a foundation

set deep into solid ground,

and walls built of stones

harvested from fields

by the hands of honest men.

Its rafters and beams,

hewn from oak and fruit trees,

hold a roof of slate

which does more

than keep the rain outside.

Inset in bays and gables

windows let in the morning sun

to wake me with its smile

and frame the candle-glow in evening

so I may always find its door

and be welcomed

in its warm embrace,

safely, in your arms.

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