No Regrets Journal
Summer 2018 Issue 22

No Regrets, a journal of poetry, prose and images about the twists and turns in the search for love, meaning and community. Clayton Medeiros, Editor, Poet, Photographer, claymedeiros@aol.com Neil McKay (Johnny Trash), Webmaster. Submissions are by invitation of the Editor. Epublishing site with all issues of No Regrets Journal http://issuu.com/claymedeiros/docs Facebook page with No Regrets Journal, essays haikus, poems and photographs http://www.facebook.com/NoRegretsJournal


Expectations Sky expects morning light’s Quiet rise from rosy dawn A different edge of sky Darkness slowly succumbs Births sudden morning sun Sky expects noon time blue To temper morning gold Shadows meld and disappear Curved firmament’s expectation Phaeton’s soaring arc Sky expects light’s surrender As dusky charm entices Venus sudden appearance Followed by moony Jupiter The Zodiac quietly unfolds


Sounds and Silence Life’s filled with sounds Morning notes noon songs Endlessly lost as hours pass One day follows another Each with its melody Each with its rhythm Once in awhile stillness Where thoughts that perhaps Fear of death is the silence


Pale Rain Pale rain to the hushed horizon A white sail tests the mystery Of island shadow puppets In this morning’s pantomime


No Money Changed Hands There was no exchange of currency No barter of one good for another Negotiations unnecessary Over dappled diamonds Strewn across the bay


Welcome This morning waited for me A bit of pink from dawn’s slim clouds Seen through the second story window It knew today’s roses would form An aromatic bouquet in the dining room It expected the afternoon sun To hasten the umbrella shadow’s Patient march across the deck


Weather Report The deck faces west over the Salish Sea San Juan Islands cumulous clouds shadowed Rounded whiteness rises from the horizon Bereft of midwestern thunderous possibilities Infinite fractal edges contrast with Afternoon’s lapis lazuli and turquoise


Summer Afternoon Here and there clouds dull the sun bright bay In need of a song about light and glitter Yet all is well in spite of lyrical limitations Inherent as the wordless brisk breeze titillates Japanese maple leaves rouged seed pods Bright cloud edges lose out to Distant island silhouettes rising mist The still cerulean sky at its zenith Umbrellas soon furled with Salutations to sudden gusty winds 


Evolution Islands and headlands frame Windy late afternoon light Shatters the bay’s surface Soon Venus rises briefly in Early July but flora and fauna Look and act like late August In these times of change Among winds clouds The Salish Sea The earth itself Where life always Finds a way


Gulls and Henry Miller Henry Miller wrote an essay devoted to the expertise required to dispose of trash garbage men they were called recycling brings some well deserved respect to the work except when arced wings wind surf seagulls remain unsung the ever alert sanitation crew they are rarely celebrated with their awkward webbed feet meant to paddle oceans and bays


Voyager when you don’t pay attention your mind might voyage surprise you with a journey surprise you with a scene never before conceived with this particular life’s itinerary some certainties are shed you lose yourself for awhile
Haiku
time moves silently tomorrow awaits its turn in midnight darkness
never seen before coming day greets the bright stars hear dawn’s welcome song