Reid@YWP

When only the stars shine, 

the winds’ whispered rhyme 

echos across the land  

as the sea longs for the moon. 

The magnetic pull 

weaves their fates together, 

The floorboard creaks as I tiptoe to my seat, eager to watch the first time children meet.

A welcoming face smiles in greeting, 

then sets in concentration 

as colorful strands  

cascade down her face –

a painter 

painted in cool colors

that sing of soft sands

they say they’re open-minded 

until i open my mind

IZIMA

Be careful, Izima.

There is something knowledgeable

in the way the watch ticks 

making itself known 

when the reluctant quiet emerges

a melodic ticking in the back of my skull

gives a pace