not quite of the land
nor quite of the sea
I make my home
somewhere in between – –

like the citron crab
I travel in seams;
moon child’s star
who seeks the unseen

in sand-scapes
and gnome-scapes
and forests of green . . .
I like to find emeralds
in pockets of gleam

where the light
hits just right
through my halcyon scenes

. . . filled with
visions of magic
and shamrock’s fay dreams.