A Poem, Written With My Left Hand While At Work

Somewhere sweet water flows
Through trees and ferns
Flowing to the ocean
Over the mossy stones

Through Her long hair
Lush as kelp, waving in the tide
To the lips of a Goddess
Sleeping on the sea bed.

Her dreams are peaceful
In time to Her breathing
The ocean softly rocks
A lonely fisherman to sleep

His canoe a cradle
In their dreams they meet
Playful as otters
Hungry as great white bears

- JF, 8/17/09

(Cross-posted to FarceBook because I'm feeling needy right now)