I Not once, but for some days I though and wrestled over Thoughts about conversations Conversations with silence I supposed that there were none at the end Not with Silence But all, at their core, the conversations themselves, Were simply and truthfully A gentle or not so pleasant exchange with the self Myself Not even…

Down where the road turns And disappears behind The heavy leaves and trees I will meet you My friend, One day. The stones beneath my feet Catch me from time to time Hurt my feet, cause me to stumble, Or fascinate me To the point I am crouched on my knees To have a closer…

Caught in the wind I tried to speak and yet My words fail Fail again with each line and Then fall flat Like a note half played from memory And to what end? I ask myself The point of beginning Just as useless as the content That I threw out onto the screen Would have…

away from you the light does not fall the same not the same the road bends, as it always does curves and turns and rolls with the landscape but I do not follow the horizon just out of reach of my eyes out and beyond away from you the still water, though reflecting the sky…

in passing, no more the sun across the trees or the breeze through the open window no more as night stretches to the corners and the burning sun finally sleeping brings some relief no more the words that dress the fingers, the pages, the books, the painting that lies behind the eyes, unpainted unthought of…

It is as though the end strangles me When I sit here, hands poised on the desk, Trying, in vain, to complete one sentence… I am not able to manage to do it Not when the leaves on the tree outside, Framed asymmetrically by the window and Struggling to lift up from the branch Cannot…

under the pass where the river bends to the north I stand to think before long sitting on the jagged shore willows hang low where at dusk fireflies dance in the grass finally free in the long, cool shadows a moment’s grace at the end of the heavy heat of another summer day Oh Moon,…

Out beyond the sea – This is where I look When I am standing on the shore But if I was out there where would I look? If I sat, in perfect balance with each wave Like a petal fallen from the stem Just after the time of blooming Rocked in those unseen arms Cradled…

I know who you are And then don’t because I choose to wander with my eyes Half closed and stupid And not my heart You – it’s like looking around a corner Using the glass shattered on the ground In front of my next step To show your reflection before I make the turn Oh…

Outside the window As night creeps through the branches And the sky blushes as it would When the sun rises in the morning Blushes caught, unexpectedly naked And longing for what has passed What has yet to come This is when I find myself wishing Like a fool For what is gone or never was…

tonight tomorrow is another day for other thoughts as always tonight the past and other worlds collide the angel wings and fallen ones like unfinished poetry float through the night, the ether confusion is starkly contrasted by the clear sky and full moon questions dot the horizon like stars just now seen what, if now…

finally sun reflected in the sharp corners and hard surfaces flung out across the ground walking barefoot my choice I step here step there cut my foot on hidden dangers walk further in the sunshine until the sun dips down behind the rows of houses and the silhouettes of still bare trees waiting for buds…