See
with the heart of the servant
Solve
by the owner's actions.

i haven't been myself
for quite some time -
different versions,
lingering as long
as appropriate
(or long overstaying
their welcome),
shuffling from one
skin to the next,
one pain
to the next -

we redress,
nurse the wounds
(we've gotten
good at this),
a facsimile
of a person
until i find the real one  

but being a person
at all
these days
is like repeating the same
song, the same wave,
the same splotch of starry sky
through the kaleidoscope
of every open eye
bleeding together
into hazy nothingness
and everythingness

it's been silent ever since
and i'm not sure
i'd recognize self
anymore than she'd
recognize me
one and the same

but only by name.

When you
Trapped in triangle
The default
Is to panic
The chance to escape
Down to
Terrible angles
Bounce sharp
And hard
Off of
Acute dense sides
Then sink
As pulp
As gravity
Revives.

Beneath the rain
Before the spring
Anything can happen

A breath as warm as a dream
We are almost a child once more
I am alive at last

a moth mistook my lamp
for the moon,
and broke itself
believing
the light was love.

The stars were not to blame
Nor the ocean between us
Or even that dreadful place
We used to call home

It was only you and me
Always a little too wrong
And maybe just a little
Too late

I like to paint
in acrylics.
Hard colours
that can get covered
over and over
when mistakes are made
or when it’s all
so disappointing.

I paint in warm tones or cool
Or in the colour palette
that suits my mood
as the mood strikes me.

I paint
When I can’t articulate
The words on my own.

Gentle air I feel on my hair
Slightly calm, comfortable breeze
I listen I can’t hear a sound
I’m soaking it all in
Skies are blue
Where are you?

So much green tea

Leaves a mark

On the old oak tree
In the courtyard

under the stars
on the meadow
above the clouds
on the moonlit river at night
in the oasis
on the desert
on the asphalt a flower
a traveler who blesses
a garden where time has stopped
and a promise of reunion.