Endurance

Port in storm is illusion.
Trick is riding the waves.
Storms pass. Weather changes.
Sea may be pearli by morning,
or green glass like seeds of the moon.
Sea may be warm as back porch buttermilk,
or chill as jangle of phone  past midnight.
Storm clouds will gather again.
Trick is riding the waves.
Port in storm is illusion.

Where is God?

In every choice,
one way, or any other.
Trick is discernment.

Thief

Cancer offers
no retribution,
steals what it wants
on it's own terms,
conceals  proximity
holds prey immobile.