The future always changes;
It never stays the same.
But I still sing the old songs
And I will know your name.

The future always changes;
It rests inside no cage.
But we have ground beneath our feet
And all the world's our stage.

The future always changes;
No compass points the way.
But roads are in the present,
A present here to stay.

Take the step
Feel the fall
Hit the ground
Stand up tall

He's gone traveling today,
Off to adventure far away.
I labor time as I pine
As he passes pine and vine
That I've never, no not once
Chanced a glance, a look askance.

This evening I will justify
My own choice to poetify
On his absence from his seat
And the emptiness he leaves complete.
For it is near the holiday
And I would rather he choose to stay.

When he returns, I'll make a meal!
With bread and pudding, the whole deal
He will laugh at the floured mess
Of me, my smile, and my best dress.
But, he'll be glad to know to I care
And would always rather have him here.

He is the most wonderful father.
          Haven't you seen his eyes when he holds her?
          Haven't you seen them slowly amble?
He bends again and again so she may tickle his nose with the tattered dandelions she picks one after the other all the way down
...
to the park.

We brought her home in an old Chevy truck.
I cannot speak of his wide eyes sealed on the road that day as his heart was sealed on his girls he drove home.
I know the seal is unbroken I cannot understand but I know.

The pain may now stop his gaze at inches from my pale forehead.  
Separation has begun but He will be a wonderful father.

Their long walks do not inspire smiles anymore this must not continue.
Her heart belongs in the park with the dandelions and the laughter, O Lord, may this journey end!
This morning, they did amble down my path of florescent light past the winding stems of the daisies on the cancer ward wallpaper.

He will be a wonderful, a wonderful father.

Speckled brow and gnarled knees
Crooked elbows, yellow teeth,
Breath that floats like infesting fleas.

Run and tear, away from there!
When you see it, its time to clear!
Fly from the rotten bully's lair!

But wait, what's this?
How can it be?
Its not a monster but a mirror..
Its me.

You think I'm tired?
I'm not tired.

My limbs are steady,
my sight is strong but...

I don't want to see anymore.
I want to sleep alone again.

Sometimes what is hard has no voices to mimic(k)
I can't tell you why


I'm not tired, but I want to sleep.

Steel and grain let escape,
Settling into the depths of the woven wool,
The citrus dust of the emerging art.

"Roll the blade like an ocean wave."
The regimental wooden curls advance on my vision
As my teacher's eyes take in the familiar sight.

As they fall, my mind wanders
Wonders of the flakes - was there no music in them?
Perfunctory: "You're doing well."

Maybe I would die like that too?
The grace, the courage?
Like an arching rebel of the grain.

Flip the page
What comes next?
Hurricane or Robin's Nest?

Road unwalked
Who can tell?
Tambourine or ringing bell?

Will my footsteps
single be?
Or will he walk next to me?

Will I float
between the stars?
Will I speed in bright red cars?

What does looking
forward bring?
A glass ever darkening.

How long will
my questions last?
How long till my now is past?

Tomorrow
never comes today.
Tomorrow never brings dismay.

Tomorrow is always
out of reach.
Today has so much more to teach.