Standing Still As The Breeze Moves The Sky

watching the light change
from red to black

focused on the petty pace
of meaningless
routine

thoughts dissolve
as they move
like radio signals
to the vast reaches
of the universe

and suddenly my worries
seem as nothing
against the majestic backdrop

the city in twilight
from a rooftop

(D James)

In The Quiet Beyond The Edge Of The Universe

my hand cut the sky
making the rain fall

my eyes saw the deepening darkness
which stopped my heart

pretending to be something
made of stronger stuff
waiting out the storm

I travelled a hundred hundred miles
in just under a thousand years

and ended up where I began
forsaken
forgiven
forever

in the quiet

(D James)

searching in the dark

darkness falls
sudden and silent
like the end of days
or the beginning

the evening goes deaf
as the black crawls
across the sky
into and through spaces unseen

dots of light
on a velvet canvas
and the new moon rises
reflecting nothing

on the other side of the world
it is winter
and a new day breaks

standing at the shore
uncertain
unready
unsteady

inviting the unknown
or futilely looking
for a place to hide

we either step
into the ocean of fear
or it will crash over us

will we be washed away
or cleanse our spirit

break our heart
or break us open
to find a deeper sense
of who we are

(D James)

gravity helps

everything is everything
and the world
will not stop turning

until the stars
fall from the sky
and the universe
collapses in on itself

but they say
that won’t happen
for another 5 billion years
or so

and before that
though the planet may unburden itself of mankind
like a wet dog shaking off water

we have a little time
so
hold on
spread love
and laugh
long and loud and hard and often

because no matter who you are
how much money you have
the color of your skin
your gender
or what you think and feel

in the end
we all become dust

(D. James)

life in the city of cities

the subway rises
from the mouth
of darkness

pulling cars across
metal track

to the top
of the mountain

the skyline
like a picture
postcard
at sunset

a symphony
at full tilt

a mass of steel
and glass
thousands
of lighted squares
and twinkling
red lights

reminds you
that this city
in its ebb and flow
was here before you arrived

and will remain long
after you are gone

(D James)

Rain New York City

The rain falls
like anger

fierce thunder
barks

the air
thick and wet

Black streets
reflect lamplight

hard sound
of water falling
from a long way up

Tortured soul
of weather
wrestling
with the city
tonight

as if the sky
hurt and afraid
needs to be heard

wants its wrath
to be known
exerting some
momentary sense of control

only to lose
against the granite
and steel
blacktop and brick

The hard city
that falters in flood

but never ever
gives in
never loses
the war

(D. James)

Winter Beach, CA

raging sky
large distant clouds
like mountains
across the blue-green ocean

there’s that part
of the late afternoon
when we wish the day
would stop
take notice of itself
before descending
into another chilly night

(D. James)