Subtle* openness,
crawling out of a closed mind,
feeds new ideas.

Sponge, soak me up
                                                         from the sweetest, crystal clear,
breathing in the fresh, salty, air
inhale                                               exhale
inhale                                               exhale
stopping
               ever so softly
                                                         so pleasantly abrupt,
gazing into the horizon
and slowing down
to take in...                                      inhale
this sweet pause.                             *exhale

I'm sick
and tired
                                                                ­                of patiently waiting
                                                                ­                for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
                                                                ­                just for you.
Knock  Knock

Who's Th-              
                                               ­                                 ...come in.

I am sorry to bother you,
so please
                                                          ­                                  ignore these words
or don't.
Who am I
                                                                ­                      to tell you what to do?
Whatever you choose to do,
                                           know this poem has no greater cosmic meaning.
That was not its purpose.
If there is some deeper meaning,
                                                        ­                                      I'm unaware of it.
I'll leave it to you to speculate.

Smile
your pain
                                                                ­                                                       away
my
lovely,
sobbing,
child.