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Seeking Directions

by

Dale Sahlberg

A dedication to ...

Those who never found their missing part
who looked for an end, unsure where to start
waiting from sunrise for the setting of the sun
finding in sleep what could never be won.

Who looked outside for what was within
wanted to go there but could never begin
who thought they lost what they never had
believed through tears could they really be glad.

who feel that half is better than the whole
and the body is there to cover the soul
that possessing is adding when more is actually lost
covet the prize without considering the cost.

Who would buy that which they must give away
and leave from where they needed to stay
traveling to places they didn't need to go
because others had gone there and they should also.

Too Late

by

Dale Sahlberg

The screech of car tires
quick turn of wheel
still hitting a little form
that broke upon the steel
and lay in a small bundle
staining the road red ...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late,"
was all the drunk driver said.

Another drink for the road
was too many that day
a small precious child
would never again play;
for the parents - no answers
only these words instead ...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late,"
was all the drunk driver said.

Seeking Directions

by

Dale Sahlberg

A dedication to ...

Those who never found their missing part
who looked for an end, unsure where to start
waiting from sunrise for the setting of the sun
finding in sleep what could never be won.

Who looked outside for what was within
wanted to go there but could never begin
who thought they lost what they never had
believed through tears could they really be glad.

Who feel that half is better than the whole
and the body is there to cover the soul
that possessing is adding when more is actually lost
covet the prize without considering the cost.

Who would buy that which they must give away
and leave from where they needed to stay
traveling to places they didn't need to go
because others had gone there and they should also.

Stromatoporoidea Hunting

by

Dale Sahlberg

With magnifying glass and a big shovel in hand
she meticulously sifts through coarse desert sand
examining a small rock, smashing cretaceous sod
she is on the hunt for that tiny cephalopod.

No scorpions can stop, nor dust storms curtail
her search for a fossil of a primeval snail
and though it is hot in the bright sunlight
that won't end her hunt for a small trilobite.

Her work is exhausting as she looks everywhere
to uncover a polyplacophoroy, a find most rare
her drive is relentless, her digging never stops
she's hoping one day to uncover a triceratops.

Sea Floor

by

Dale Sahlberg

Wooden ships are covering the cold sea floor
where wind and tide assail no more
and vast troves of treasure lie in store
for the true believer of old salty sea lore.

The pirate ship "Grim Reaper" had the misfortune then
of attacking a galleon filled with the king's best men;
when the cannon shot and screaming came to an end
flame covered the "Grim Reaper" and she began to descend
down to the depths where cold waters flow
where only thick algae and tall seaweeds grow
the terror of the high seas was finally brought low
to a murky dark place just shadows and corpses know.

Sent to the bottom by fatal damage done
having lost other battles, now the king finally won;
the sea poured in and cooled the still smoking gun
blanketing the wounded from the scorch of the sun.

Now feeling the same horror they loved to create
the flow of flooding waters the pirates tried to abate
And in losing cursed the king with bitter hate
when they realized the sea floor was soon to be their fate.