What Crosses My Mind

  • When Real Tears

    I can hold contest with tears, If there’s a need to show. I can let my tears flow when my emotions begin to show. I guess it’s all about purpose, knowing when it’s right to cry. Lately, I can weep when anything crosses my mind that I recall. That quiet response to life Is what…

  • Perilous Lives

    Lives are seeking shelter in the icy waters of our nation. Realizing that enough is the result of battle scars. We walk in town and wonder every light comes our way. We worry that someone we know is suddenly the victim. Waiting for some good news peril in our eyes seems real. If government cared…

  • My Residence

    I stood alone today, letting the hours pass, feeling my anxiety, my thoughts do scream. Outside I could only imagine, pain so many would experience. I was safe in the immediacy. I didn’t know direct loss. I did light candles on my sills. My mind has been racing, I want to move beyond the news.…

  • Where Do We Go From Here?

    Sitting at home having frightening flashbacks. We went through this tragedy once before, and we exploded for days late into the night. We didn’t have an influx of weaponized visitors, only ourselves and the national guard’s innocence. The city burned and rioters were demonized.  People are so angry, the tipping point has arrived. And yet,…

  • I’d Like To Know

    Tonight I felt a dark moment, what inside my mind seemed well beyond a typical day. I was suddenly retracing steps, listening to news that repeated itself all week long. Tonight it all felt unfamiliar the way it only rattled my mind with no explanation. I struggled with where and when and who the news…

  • A Fearful Moment

    When in the matter of a few hours, suddenly, trying to piece everything together evaded me. I dug deep into my mind not realizing why loose ends remain. Suddenly I felt completely alone, wondering about my day, my afternoon. What if I shared this with someone, I thought to myself. I realized I can’t.  This…

  • Exile (Minneapolis)

    What might feel like home, has left the arena to make room for an old played out charade. We can’t go shopping, dining, visiting neighbors in home and afar, without fearing this ill reckoning. What’s my home once was yours. Today let’s create a serious code, lets find security in our communication, help us all,…

  • People Are Angry

    The words people are speaking are filled with terror and guilt. Terror is new, getting too near. The guilt piece has been studied. We are forever lost in our words. I was taught to ‘use your words.‘ They’re not good enough now. I can’t be guaranteed any solace. Instead I find ways to stay alert.…

  • Reflections

    Inside everything is measured, Seldom spoken only imagined By an onlooker so removed. Those patterns of behavior Tied to an affliction carry our Weight wherever we may land. Inside a mind is a circus of Balancing acts, a trapeze, a maze. Each turn of the mind changes Asking only a simple direction. Clues may always…

  • Night Sky

    Brought me home all day Knowing I could count on her. Standing under a summer’s mist, Could feel her romantic urgency. We weren’t long anymore, Shorter became a misfortune, We only knew it had arrived. All we could do now is cry, Standing alone together forever Under a disguise, an evening sky.