Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.

Old structure on mound

against evening's faint light

reflected on stream

it's a desire of mine
to be free from freedom
to be one with everything
to be nothing at all

it's a desire of mine
to run with the wind
to sink into the earth
to stand at the foot of you

it's a desire of mine
to give in to the sun
to feel the air
to be nothing at all