What Crosses My Mind

  • She Wanted My Path

    When first glance, our smiles filled the room we couldn’t believe it true so we held fast, didn’t want to let go just let things become, and the fires began, the winds couldn’t last. ~ I wonder sometimes if it could have rained sooner then the tears we now seem to know, if instead our…

  • Changing Paths – I Still Do

    We all know what we believe in the moment as we breathe the air around us would our lives begin to rush beyond the truth of what is love, what lays within our heart, how does the soul feel sweet reckoning. ~ I have experience in the truth of changing paths listened to fear tried…

  • A Quiet Run

    I took a jog recently, you know the kind with all the right gear and the temperature seemed ready to suggest this human being is part of the machine. ~ From inside my mind, decidedly I picked a route far too familiar, that place, that region where everyone wants to land and no one takes…

  • When Walking

    We choose a step, a cadence, a pattern we may distinguish as our own, yet we always have knowledge, of our predecessor, our previous walk. When someone is borne of ambition their ideals, point of reference seems rather fascinating to the observer, so magical is idyllic inspiration. ~ We have options we often share with…

  • Gravel

    The step is always varied, a crunch, slide, reposition, always adjustment clearly laid down to create a path, noisy, apparent, edged reality. ~ Perhaps we might imagine our lives as freshly laid stones on a clear surface, always shifting, adjusting, atop a clean slate of sorts. ~ Can we withstand the slam of our society’s…