Unmistakable

Insect chews, another one petal drops.

It dies another death. Surf bursting. Driftwood comes.

See me age, lover of life yet oft petrified.

A statue on stage, waiting in the wings. To take off.

Lift a pebble and lance.  Feather scribbles ancient riddles on sand.

Waves efface footprints, looking quite embossed moments before.

Smile to meself at the sweet enigma. Kissed covert by sun.

Sheltered and  wrecked simultaneous, in adages.

Rest by giant in guise of wide, warm boulder.  Glistening.

Old patterns roll forth. Even one inkwell dip births new routes.

Comfort in the familiar guiding every step.

Coarse din out the door, sidestep the ingrate.

Crumbs fall, shelve quiet conceits and cross other bridges.

Through the smoke, those fingers persist and thread the unknown.

Your hand unmistakable finds…...  Oh, rainmaker!

Art curves away and I have to walk even further to get there…

There’s a bus awaits. It pours like hell yet the sky winks harmony-blue.

Monkeys marry and the cycle spins till later, when sight peeps in.

Nobody is fancy here.  Hoodwinked by clouds shifting, laments are futile.

The yellow bill builds anew, good leaves plucked and dropped.

One sheaf of mine could barely cover you, but it would oddly suffice.

You’d hardly want yet suffer ceaseless. Hard to keep the plot spotless.

It will come round, as it did you. As you do. Whippingly.

It always does. As waves do, taking merry turns. Crashing in and out.

And of all your patients, you well know the strong suits here.

Do we dare guess where our dream-pebbles land? No matter.

It is how. Wait for it, stay steady. Every end brings with it, new seeds.