Deborah Barchi

Foot prints on the page

Photo by Andrea Natali on Unsplash

The foot prints of seabirds
leave scribbles on the sand
cross-stitched scratches
where the water meets the land.

I too leave my footprints
all over my work
tracks that show what I felt
and the lessons I learned.

Watching the antics of energetic birds,
Where I sprinted, where I fell,

In unexpected places

Photo by Katarzyna Pracuch on Unsplash

Memories spring forth in unexpected places
like wild mushrooms sprouting with the rain.

A taste, a smell, or a wayward conversation,
may deliver errant messages of happiness or pain.

The things we wish most to forget, the errors and the slights
appear like ghosts in daylight or sabotage our nights.

A leap and a landing

Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash

I was strapped inside a helicopter,
my thoughts chattering so loudly
they drowned out the clattering blades,
hovering, but never touching the world below,
creating a feeling of both detachment and longing,
deciding finally to jump, my parachute
a translucent silver dome,
drifting among the vaporous clouds,
waving to the…

Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.