Wave and Water

After desire leaves
Flames of contemplation
Sputter and die out.

What replaces the flight of birds?
In steady rain where
Do they travel?

Now is only looking.
Memory is not to be trusted.
Clouds eventually empty.

Dreams of the misbegotten,
So many raindrops on sand,
Sea, lost in air, in nothing.

We are such it seems—
Ephemeral, colourless, benign
Demarcations then and now.

Along River Shore Drive

Yellow leaves
Dropped by sunlight,

From gecko trees
And panic

Like ticks

First Southern Snow

Soft as cotton

On the edges
Of gardenia
And azalea leaves

My in breath
Is youth,
Life’s bounty.

My out breath
Here, now
Is found love.

Joseph Lisowski, Ph.D., has taught at several colleges and universities; most notably, Duquesne University, Point Park College, the University of the Virgin Islands (St. Thomas serves as the setting for his three published detective fiction novels), J. Sargeant Reynolds Community College, and Elizabeth City State University. He has also taught at the Virginia State Penitentiary.
image: feathers with rain drop macro via Shutterstock