What Crosses My Mind

  • Where My Heart Is

    Same place same emotion can feel it inside sometimes the ache has an emptiness. When I rest my soul inside there seems a joy waiting to be filled. Wherever my thoughts my heart waits always ready always patient hoping to be filled again.

  • On The Occasion of Equality

    What would happen, to jealousy, to envy, to wanting more, to wishing that one were less inclined, understanding the difference between yours and mine.   What would be said, when questions arose, about the ludicrous nature, of those with a nose for finding fault in their neighbor rather than atoning their own yard.   Where…

  • 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,…

  • We Had This Time

    When we might walk alone, gathering thoughts while in motion, when neither might be known except a look, a glance, a notion. Wish we might, now years later, understand just how we could ask for more time, ask for just another day, when we seamless now today bask in memory to hold our hands this way.…

  • Immediacy and Now

    *** When I was a kid, immediacy meant maybe, I could hope and pray, yet, always there was that quiet confusion, not knowing, well, certainly, not expecting. Unless, I was given motive, back then, if the carrot were dangled I would, indeed, with the fervor of ambitious childhood, be pursuant and indeed, adamant, that chance…

  • Stable Motive

    What, tell me, what! What does it mean to find separation to compartmentalize, to be able to suggest to yourself its your forte and nothing else no excuses no redos no you cannot feel bad there are no allowances for human error. Life suggests we disconnect when our needs are met, the task at hand…

  • That Space In Between

    Where we find hope Framed by last night and tomorrow that sight that helps our tired soul to want to wish for whimsical delights. When the sky opens and sunlight pierces through the clouds to suggest some far greater purpose belongs in our mind rather than the day to day struggle; the moments we articulate…