What Crosses My Mind

  • By Gone Days

    If I were able to remember, I might rather not continue to glorify living by a rope’s single knot. ~ For every afternoon I soak in a wistful memory, I’ll easily pass on the fear of societal misery ~ While around me the world continues to age I wonder what’s it is like to finally…

  • Quiet Intersections

    When tears would will in sight were our lives I watched you walk, still forty years later survives. ~ Just the trace of boots stepping across pavement no eyes yet, only the roots of then just as love meant ~ Today our lives are romantic we choose to recall, spend moments imagining, a tantric soliloquy, dance,…

  • How Much is Life a Setup

    I went home last night, everything around me was real, the fantasy had spoken of a reality now today, we were all together again, yet, the years had created lines, the sort we watched in our elders, when as children we would laugh, out loud on occasion, despite the wells of afterthought, we noticed in…

  • When People Do Depart

    Years ago, with a stamp and a leap of faith, I would begin my wait, until one sunny afternoon, I would see the delivery, always hoping you might be there, to say hello, ~ So often as the gravel chimed my feet, I would hear your voice again, through the words on paper, a parchment…

  • Once in My Life

    I would recall a song or certain melody, mood change, slow recall, a memory might take me miles away that time before this past outcome. An adventure is welcome when fear is abated sooner than an insidious need to redefine, to understand of course, a recognized outcome similar to having processed a difficult moment We…

  • The Want of a Tear

    We’d like to believe we will not yet then it happens, a simple vision, a memory, a lyric reminds me of when … yet, there are times like these, a tear seems so far away, amidst the challenge of staying normal. How often do we lay out a facade in the morning, the right buttons,…

  • Old Neighborhood Stories

    I drove past today, said hello to nature nearby, years older, more sage, aware of everything I commonly ignored. I wondered about their being here, knowing when then, I would frequent their energy, with thoughts of my own, total disconnect yet within their stone-reaching range, always a touch, or easy duck to avoid interrupting their…

  • When We Dance

    We choose to release, we walk together, alone with eyes perhaps our own, we wish only to dance. ~ when I stumble it is because I want so badly to learn, yet in the throes of letting go, so often I find I can live  another way, without the restraint of not settling for that…

  • Sweet Aftershock

    The blue sky remained outside immediately afterward, the crowded room changed faces immediately afterward. The reckoning, a personal march of emotion, that enigma of the true human spirit that weathers the test of chance remained immediately afterward. Without memory we cannot recall the demon or sprite, faery or ogre, attached to our limbs, our mind’s…

  • The 24th Hour

    She says I listen to corny songs, I laugh knowing she’s so right yet I can’t help enjoy nostalgia leaves me helpless to lovely times ~ I might be sitting in the meadow with your head in my lap a beautiful sun streaming in and me clueless to your beauty ~ we talk of beauty…