What Crosses My Mind

  • Walking Faceless

    Taking a stroll downtown to walk the pavement The many faces, the many eyes, the many silent Moments that brush past their shoulders every Waking morning, every tired day’s end so ready ~ Return home or to that place they find some solace A refuge with walls, cornerstones; a quiet palace Dinner is prepared with…

  • Crosswalks

    I was walking nearby you again Uninvolved yet driven by eyes On a quiet afternoon Sunlight peaking into the early dusk We often cross paths While one occupies their space Perhaps each one curious in face Drawing close indicators of need Each free spirit whole; nature’s eloquence Plays human condition lottery … ~ I was…