I haven’t ever really taken a day off.

Personal scrutiny, my body hanging

off a ledge on a cool summer night.

How we weave a story with solemnity.

My life now is me and my dog,

how she interacts with her needs.

Laying nearby she appears content,

teaching me every day how to love.

Seems a vacancy is in my mind,

always requires an explanation.

I can’t seem to find that solution even

when it defines my dreams overnight.

How have I lived my life as now

I venture, gentle toward autumn?

When worlds collide in a memory,

we piece together what we believe.

Once there were so many horizons,

containing life lessons, a kindness.

Until today it’s all reflection, sounds

are the same, and they are beautiful.

That’s life as it may be, in the solace.

Finding comfort, a vulnerable soul.