when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.

Solitude is no solution for tranquility 
It makes remedy worse than malady

falling out of love with you
was like falling asleep.
first slowly and then all at once.

Hands half the size of my own
Petite fingers to hold onto my large ones
Face of an angelic wolf
Little fuzz to call hair for a while
Legs that kick for taste of the new world
Body soon to be bloomed into something majestic