The marsh

Betwixt dry land and the brackish eastern shore bays

Lies a place where human footsteps are unwelcome

A no-mans land invaded twice daily by tidal water

Drenched vegetation thrives

A haven for wild birds seeking food and shelter

Sturdy grasses cover these wetlands

Changing colors with the seasons

Lavish green in warm summertime

Brown is the fashion for cold winter and spring months

Occasionally snow covered

Frequently lashed by high winds  

Still air hovers between gentle breezes

Shrubs anchor to the ever soaked floor

Welcome to nature’s water treatment factory

Mussels cling to the fragile shoreline

Crabs feed in the shallow pools

Small fish hide from hungry birds

Ospreys swoop in to grab nesting material

Black snakes patrol in search of unsuspecting rodents

Ticks crawl onto any passing mammal

Mosquitos emerge to seek out blood

The dreaded green-head flies attack with no mercy

Bullfrogs sing through the night

Raccoons wander around looking for trouble

Herons strut to their favorite ambush place

Noisy geese invade the silence

A fascinating place to visit and observe

Constantly threatened by development and pollution

Watched over and protected by the Assateague Coastal Trust 

This is the marsh

The sea of mixed emotions

I sometimes get angry 

I don’t know why

it boils up like a raging sea

no way to avoid it

it causes me to explode

I really don’t care if those around me feel hurt

its so much more fun when I am passionate

thoughtful caring and connected

sensual and erotic

nobody can escape my love trap 

lets all swim in the communal happiness pool 

my love drug highs fade away

waves of sadness engulf me

cancer kills my friends

who allowed that baby to die

why did those terrorists kill so many innocent people

I miss my departed mother

war broke out again

occasionally I find myself being really nice

caring and reassuring

calm and collected

peaceful and reflecting

logic and sense flow gently through my veins 

until an uninvited incision bleeds my emotions dry

I sometimes wake up depressed

my life will never be meaningful

we are all doomed

human existence is a waste of time

floating aimlessly in a foggy ocean

suicide hails me like a long lost friend

I look at the sea

endless waves inviting me

intense patterns of reflected sunlight fuel my enthusiasm

its a signal to surf and explore 

rediscover the joys of living and running free

rolling waves of emotion command the passing of time

waves keep crashing in

I must decide which one is mine

no room in my short life for negative emotions

I surf an approaching happiness wave 

it carries me along for a what I hope to be an eternity 

but I am quickly jettisoned into the sea of mixed emotions

The sculptor

The sculptor picked out a large log

People gathered to watch him work

He sat the log up vertical on a stand

Clamping it then walking around staring at it intensely

He picked up a chainsaw

It was soon buzzing loudly

Wood chips started to fly

Rough shapes appeared under the bark

He stood back and studied the wood some more

The crowd started guessing what the final shape would be

He picked out a large chisel and a hammer

Slicing slivers from every part of the rough raw timber

Pausing occasionally to examine the wood

Running his hands over the surface with closed eyes

Then taking a smaller chisel to work more

The pile of wood chips on the floor grew bigger

Somebody in the crowd shouted out

I can see two people emerging

Locked in a loving embrace

The sculptor was unmoved and stone faced

He worked with smaller chisels 

Revealing every detail of their arms hands and fingers

Two faces appeared locked together in a kiss

More cutting and sanding revealed their smooth skin

He stood back to admire the finished work

The lifelike figures were perfect from every angle

He asked the crowd what feelings they had now

Love-peace-serenity-togetherness were shouted out

Somebody asked him to explain his technique

Transforming a rough sawn log into a beautiful statue

He rubbed his chin while considering the question

They were always inside that log he said – all I do is cut away the excess 

Rock on

I like rocks

they are good to hold

rough ones are originals

bits of broken mountain

carried around by ice age glaciers

abandoned when the glaciers melted

buried in soil for thousands of years

a time capsule waiting for you

collect enough and you could 

rebuild that old mountain

smooth ones have been shaped

by centuries of tumbling in rivers

pick one up and examine it

feel the history in your hands

telling stories to your fingers

put it to your ear

listen to that ancient music

of roaring rivers and babbling brooks

collect a bunch of them

listen to them all together

have a rock concert

The escape

He desperately wanted to feel better

Lose the hurt anger and hate

Go back to normal times

But his feelings were unshakable

Clinging to him with a vice like grip

They had taken over his body

An unwelcome invading army

Living inside him like a parasite

Dictating his thoughts

Leaving him powerless

He was just a passenger

On a runaway emotional train

Too dangerous to jump off

Equally afraid of the inevitable crash

He went into the bathroom

Splashing cool water on his face

It felt soothing

As he spread his fingers slightly apart

He caught sight of a reflected prisoner 

Peering through the bars of his hands

His desperate eyes begging for release

As the mocking guards jeered

He seized the opportunity

Punching the mirror hard with his right fist

It shattered instantly but stayed on the wall

He followed through with a second punch

His left hand aimed at the largest slivers

More punches followed

The mirror was destroyed

Replaced by blood stains on the wall 

The bars were no longer to be seen

The prisoner was long gone

The occupying emotional army drained from him

As his blood dripped from a thousand cuts

He quickly wrapped his hands in a towel

The price for freedom was high

He knew he would survive

His captors were no longer chasing him

A couch potato gets unconditional love

as she was leaving the house

she yelled out one last instruction

remember to feed the dog 

alright he replied in an angry tone

he rolled his eyes as the door closed

peace at last he said to himself

now I can do what I want all day

without her nagging me

the dog looked up at him with big loving eyes

he was too lazy to take him for a walk

pushing him into the back yard

go run around by yourself he said

he flicked on the TV and opened a beer

the couch groaned as he slumped down

snacks spilled onto the floor

he trampled them into the carpet

his phone dinged signaling a text from her

he turned it off in defiance

I can read it later he thought

this is my time now

he fell asleep after the fifth beer

woken by the dog whimpering at the door

he let the poor animal in from the cold

the dog greeted him with unconditional love

I cannot go on like this he thought

I have to try and be a better person

he fed the dog and cleaned the entire house

then fixed everything that had been long broken

he went shopping and bought her flowers

prepared a romantic dinner for her return

after showering he turned on his phone

her text said I AM LEAVING YOU

Retail Therapy

wife depressed

getting dressed

feeling down

don’t frown

husband departs

wife starts

shopping spree

purchase glee

endless sales

saving tales

choosing clothes

loving those

looking fantastic

payment plastic

homeward bound

happiness found

closet dash

hiding stash

husband unaware

suppressed care

weeks later

letter hater

credit bill

truth spill

fashion show

lingerie beaux

romantic confession

passion session

husband content

well spent

emotions spilt

no guilt

next morning

late yawning

phone rings

invitation brings

girls outing

lips pouting

early brunch

late lunch

shopping ensues

expensive shoes

happy wife

happy life

Prisoner of silence

I suggested music

Wake up the day

With some cool jazz

Shake to something funky

But she said no

she wanted silence

No sounds

No talking

So I entered the prison of silence

Left my power of speech at the door

Staring at blank walls

Listening only to my thoughts

Trying to understand

Why she banished me here

Sentenced to endure

The emptiness of nothing

Avoiding eye contact

We both recoiled 

Determined not to acknowledge

The other’s existence

It became a contest

A battle of wills

Waiting for the other person

To break the silent spell

Time slowed down

A ticking clock set the rhythm

I started counting

100 ticks and more

I could wait no longer

I pulled her to me

A forced kiss

She melted in my arms

I held her tight

Music filled the room

We danced out of the silent prison

Vowing never to return

Self meditate is better than self medicate

I remember a time way back in my 30’s

Working long hours to support my family

Young kids and all the demands of home ownership

There was never enough time in the week to relax

Occasionally meeting with a friend for a drink and a chat

He listened to me babbling on about my busy life

Then he said something which shocked me to the core

You have become too boring

Your work has taken over your life completely

You try and devote the remaining time to your family

But you have hardly any down time for yourself

What do you suggest?  I asked

Take a day off and we will go fishing

I remembered fishing as a kid 

I had doubts that it was a good way for adults to pass the time

He insisted so we took a day off to go fishing

We did not catch much but it was a fun day out

Fresh air and nature all well away from the office

I went back to work refreshed the next day

Deciding to try another fishing adventure

Soon it became a weekly ritual

A necessary therapy for my busy lifestyle

Now I had a new rhythm in my life

Work/Family/Fishing

I enjoyed each one more than the old Work/Family

Strangely my performance increased too

I made better decisions at work and had more family fun times

Fishing was initially nothing more than meditation time

Then I became obsessed with being a better fisherman

Learning all about the science and technical skills of fishing

Catching a lot more fish as I applied this knowledge

As my fishing skill improved, my work and family life was more rewarding

It took me a while to figure out what was really going on in my life

Family and work was a constant stream of issues to resolve

By taking time away from them I was able to meditate

My subconscious was figuring out all the solutions while I fished

So next time you feel very stressed and looking for a better work-life balance

Hesitate before accepting the medication your doctor might offer

Put down that self medicating second drink

Don’t rush off to see an expense therapist

Buy a cheap fishing rod and self meditate 

Lets go breath hunting

Its been really windy for weeks

Blowing hard every day

Sometimes gusting over 25mph

A real challenge for cyclists

Kite surfers love windy days

So do sailors who fly in the wind

But today the wind has gone

Somebody must have stolen it in the night

Packaged it into a huge wind bag

Moved it far away and released it

To cause chaos somewhere else

Leaving us totally windless here

The kite surfers will stay at home today

Becalmed sailors will drift on the still waters

Cyclists are beaming with joy

Pedaling in all directions to test out the lack of headwinds

I wonder when the wind will be returned

Its probably just on loan to somebody

As soon as they tire of it

They will call up the wind bagger

He will ship it back here

Released under the cover of darkness

To bring us all a breath of fresh air

But wait, how fresh is that air?

Its already been used by others

More like recycled air

Air thats already been inhaled by billions of our ancesters

The next breath you take

Could have come from somebody famous

Perhaps it will change your life forever

A whiff of Shakespeare used air can turn you into a great writer

A few breaths of used John Lennon air will improve your songwriting skills

Perhaps its time to start hunting for the used air of great leaders like Winston Churchill

Bag up all the great leader air and release it into the faces of today’s politicians

Maybe that will breath some humility and dignity into those who lack it today

Lets go breath hunting