Kay Middleton

You cannot hold

You cannot hold vapor in your hand

you cannot bring yourself to believe

you cannot disbelieve

you are left standing,  holding

the tenuous moment so thin

you cannot feel it with your fingers

yet your heart aches with the passing, in fact

a bit of yourself seeps away with the vapor

    altering gray doubt to pink regret.

Lilith

Elusive as mercury’s moon,

sparkle of light a prick

bleeding in the night

reflective, cold as ancient

quicksilver bead, tenderness

edged in unease, echo

still and soundless

graceful Femme fatale

spins concentric ellipses, defies

or defiles equilibrium

births myth

      or mere mystery

and finally ignores innuendo.

A Day At The Seashore

the sea fades

in the distant mist

the waves are folding

over a memory

of windy, sand swept

afternoons.