Never apologize for

being a stiletto 

in a room full of flats

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

~Suspension~

 In the night,

something furtive and secret

something that could have been

but the day

went by too soon

the cracks between

between the suspension

of dreams

the side

of the house

reflected

the orange blossoms

curl and wait

to unfurl again

the thick bread and butter

on the stove

brings excitement

cinnamon and raisins 

lighting up the night

togetherness,

safety 

somewhere in the circle

of the velvet quiet 

where we're heading,

there's just

no knowing

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Ignite~

It's a beach day

with seagulls

shashaying toward

waters golden

Clouds are lucid

clotted cream

in the

morning dew

and I 

don't quite know

how to feel

Yearning

a stranger

thought familiar

turned out

to be 

just a cloud

chiming laughter

burns the past

Lingering longer

with weeping sunsets

if you had seen it,

you would understand

like aging,

seems to stay too long

the water

plays well

discovering secrets

with the growing shadows

time seems

too close for comfort

breath circles

light and breaks

like a beach shell

to ignite 

a new dream

Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Dreams of Air~

Willows sway

Long and lingering

Leaving me

To contemplate

their touch

Tickling breath

Of a new wind

Under an

Unbridled moon

Where fate

Can fly free

Unheard sighs

Silhouettes of

Mosaic light

Fractured but whole

Yearning

Free

But not

Knowing what

To wish for

Prairie skies

Lay open,

Lay waiting

Along with

Pearls of

Dogwood blossoms

Easy and careless

Widening silence

That seems

To be kept at bay

A dream

Emerging

Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Mosaic~

 The daffodils

Are sprouting out

In this honey afternoon

Stark mosaics

A warm season breeze

Suspended

A quiet place

To sit

To ignore

The chaos

A place

With no sound

Achingly beautiful

A daffodils lament

Scones and honey

Softly sweet

Lazy birds

On a syrupy breeze

Clouds of

Clotted cream

Fly over me

This sanctuary

Is unexpected

Time to

Sit a spell

Never forgetting

Past missteps

The ones

That lead me here

Ghosts linger

In these cobblestones

Hope goes meandering

But always comes home

Back to comfort

Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Morning~

 Through the cracks

looking at lightening 

where the light bends

birds lingering

in the lightest blue sky

stark against

the dark trees

early morning air

smells like

freshly bottled water

  crisp dream

seems like

a magic time

between time

and I am suspended

the quiet corners

where hope

hides

by Sarah Mahina Calvello

~New Garden~for Tom

Pages of books Make way For better days Though torn and frayed I wonder If we’re Going anywhere This life Isn’t tangible It really isn’t Here’s to The moment Drink it in Like fine wine The moment When I built A new garden As the shadows grew long To mark The passing time Stones in the path Like secrets Wind around Mismatched grasses Contained Yet wild The two purples Of the Japanese iris Petals like beautiful, Crumbled paper An open shell statue That water passes through Misbehaving in The mid morning sun I don’t sleep well lately Days and nights Blend together In a kaleidoscope fog I would be doing better If there was a break in between There’s are no highs Without lows Isn’t that A gas? Sarah Mahina Calvello