Adrift

Adrift

Setting sail from the bejeweled shore
I am alone, 
my dark boat rocking.

How do I find my way 
to those angels 
trailing great arcs of light
 around the pole star?

Some Small Thing

Days go by with a complaining mind
then some small thing
will reveal its true name --
like salt,
or water,
or warmth --
and the wonder of that
brings stillness
and gratitude.