What Crosses My Mind

  • Menacing Standstill

    Its when I can’t stand up, my feet are planted but my body fails, I use my hands upon the arms of my past and they become weak burdened by years of hardship. At least that’s what my legs think, only found in my shoes, my feet hungry and swollen, holding on to their last…

  • The Fires We Burn

    I remember when I was a kid in the city thought I had somehow stemmed the fire that sense of an evident outlier mentality haunted my mind forever life on a wire. ~ I began to age with a sense of forgiveness for all those around me I might have hurt. The person I always…

  • If I Might Be This

    I am slowly beginning to age, a sort of catching up where my youth did seem resilient to a process of slowing down. ~ And yet am I ready would be the question we might all wish an answer to find some distant resolution. ~ See the life of the average man, always pining for…

  • In Autumn

    Recent winds begin a turn symbolic is sudden change we can feel in our bones sweet remedy in tones of rapidly drawing a map, surely memory we grasp. ~ Would that our lives have remind of winter’s rasp so near, the air is a whisper of another in sudden nature willingly drawn upon skin that…

  • Our Spectacular Being

    I can feel you, crossing a path, planting my feet in the morning mud, last night’s rainfall, making apparent the day ahead would not carry the same weight in a sunny afternoon.   I think about aging sometimes, more than some would like, I imagine those days, suggesting, if I could … all over again.…

  • On The Wonder of Age

    Today is the birthday of an elder, a daughter just lost her father, a young boy, playing in a culvert, watching handmade wooden ships float toward the sewer, no judgment in mind, simple childhood, with an elder keeping his welfare in mind.   We wonder sometime about the truth in aging, the wisdom found, the…

  • Some Times While Waiting

    Easily we might understand the loss of time, when we did hope there would be some remind of a sweeter revenue in the gifts of our humankind.   So often is it true when we wake from a lesson learned, an anxious melody of circumstance, and gathering our senses seem surreal.   Walking along the…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…

  • Sitting in my Armchair

    I was remembering a time, when I was younger, a quiet, reflective, young, boy. I think the same feelings existed way back then, when, I would wonder about whatever might be ahead. There were different sets of friends. Or at least we felt different, wait …   Time delivers chapters to our daily lives, when…

  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…