I forget how much I’ve swallowed
Until it chokes me
Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments
When I expect to hear your voice
Instead I hear your gasping
And fall deep into my wondering
What was in your mind
When I was screaming my goodbye
And you were leaving
On a sailboat across the sea
While I stood crying on the shore

Feathers in the fullness
Of a wind through forest trees
Find a home when
They make a nest complete

My soul is changed
A rain drenched sheet of paper
And even under cloudless skies
I can't rewrite my chapters

But you, a brand new page
Reaching for the breeze
Ready to float with dazzled eyes
Give my story hope for an ending
That will let me rest one day
Where my mother rode the ripples
Off into the rhythm of the rain
That cycles through this world
never returns
but always remains.

I forget how much I've swallowed
Until it chokes me -
Surprisingly in beautiful, innocent moments
When I expect to hear your voice -
Instead I hear your gasping
And fall deep into my wondering -
What was in your mind
When I was screaming my goodbye
And you were leaving
On a sailboat across the sea?
I'm still standing on the shore, naive -
Surprised
to feel the wind rush down my throat
When I try to call your name.
After you left
It changed direction
But I’m still facing the same way.

I can hear your voices falling
Up the stairs
Like shadows from the living room
A song stuck in my head
That I can only hum.

When I’m older I’ll remember
Feeling warm and hearing
The music of your laughter
Muffled by the door
And I won’t know the details
But the stories, I’ll remember.

The Golden glow
is Melting blue into spills of
Lipstick and vacation
Falling behind the world

I wish I could be your tree
That you sit beneath and ask
questions
For guidance in your confusion
Clarity on windy days. My branches
Would brush together and shake out
Answers in the rustling between
My leaves
And you would go with answers
Into the sunshine

Beautiful days and sidewalks
crack a smile in the shadows
tree limb shelter from the sun
leaves me hallowed, hello
to the nothingness, pause the carousel
that's swinging around my temple, I've got
complicated thoughts, but
I'm thinking life is simple.
Single winds make many movements
like single bills make amusements
take a stroll through acoustics
and sit amid confusion.
I got rhythm in my dark red tubes that
beat, I'm on the street with my windows down
not hindered down, how
can I, not smile?
Sweet breeze
brings the sun
I go forward
until I get to where I came from.
I can't turn this piece of paper
back into a pine
so I might as well write on its lines.
I can't have been gone for too long.
Suddenly I'm hearing myself talk
on this beautiful day
staring at the sidewalk.