Waiting in line for a change;
a smile with patience.
And in your bones, you know
nothing is sacred and eternal.
The lightness of being;
always needing a hand to hold.
So while you wait in line
keep your heart content
and your ear attuned and
listen to the laughter of the world,
it won’t be so heavy this time.

If we were standing
side by side
we would still feel
indifferent between.
Amongst and beyond,
vexing us into desperation.
And at least we can stand
side by side
with our backs facing it
so long as our hearts
are still in it.

We seek spaces among places to call our own.
something breathing beneath us.
something to call our home.
Not a city ravaged by useless meanderings
in this now and where.
strangers are shadows among us.
Sheep in line, living like moss;
and underneath stones.

The rain drops are diamond and earth.
Arriving so quickly I thought they had cracked
our windshield.
Something else there.
We made it a memory.
And how is it?
I always feel like the glass.
You, a jewel.
Streaming down my surface.

The grass is wet with warmth
and there is a bead on the blade.
Sulking in radiant youth;
frightening away.
apart from me; always drifting.
I only knew you from the kitchen window.
We were.
Then faded away,
like color on the screen.
Ills too familiar,
like I'd plucked them
from a dream.

Wise words, wondrous and wicked
slicing up meaning.
Although we’re not at rest or ease
slightly drifting toward eternal slumber;
that which comes to claim us at a days end.

The autumnal tears of trees
and the ocean sways with a spit.
The gleaming pitch-dark,
my words fall short
at midnight in Summer.