I walked
through the park
alone and dreaming,
as a black cloud
billowed behind,
tumultuous
and seething.
Meant to Fly
Adam mourned,
“She has trouble
acting normal
when she’s
nervous.”
A Gentle Bed
Moss-covered loam
in shade, gentle bed,
exhales quietly ‘neath
pressing, weary heads. Continue reading “A Gentle Bed”
The Seeker
You call yourself a seeker,
forever forward-reaching.
But, you are not seeking.
You are fleeing your fear.
Climb, Sweet Ivy, Climb
You can dance and sway
like the old willow tree.
The moon illuminates
your tranquil face,
as I watch, in silence,
like the lonely stones
beneath your feet.
I am One
I am one
with the water. Continue reading “I am One”