What Crosses My Mind

  • A Wandering Mind

    Here in the moment greatest fears revealed, the body stunned almost motionless frozen in time. Seems a thought brought this fury in the mind. Seems everything mattered when suddenly no recourse is available only the pit in the stomach that quiet monster of pain. Second guess ourselves now, again, always a wandering soul lost searching…

  • We took a walk together, a cool spring would flow the night’s waves lapping upon the evening shoreline soothing our mind as if to suggest a pause. – An appreciation of stars aligning the sky we might look forever not mattering such is the cosmic phenomena sweet, out of reach yet a dangle – of…

  • Silent Refuge

    I haven’t a simple out, this anxiety, this setting, a state of mind, soul-searching trauma is our path some diplomatic lunacy. In truth it hasn’t ever settled, a decades long journey filled with angst and trepidation. Now when facing a greater challenge his body natural will wish he curling into small would be fetal posture.…

  • In Nature’s Realm

    A dear friend is walking this morning. She told me that is where she discovers her peace of mind. Our world is not the same as it once was, certainly not the last week. We carry a lot upon our minds. While weathering the storm of Covid and a confusing political atmosphere, we can be…

  • 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…

  • A Giving Value

    Its been awhile since a recommended analysis would take me, move me, ask me to respond to life and resonate.   While the world continues to cycle a round a mechanical need to survive the crossing winds, seems logical we might all seek the same peace and solace.   Yet, it’s been awhile since peace…

  • Breaking Apart Wrath

    This communication a desire to know, to understand a device inside a spectacular mind, drowned in the circumstance of vice each community drawn by memory responsive to a quiet solace, always drawn by the tension the human condition a societal mandate, how would you respond to a crying appeal, we want what feels right rather…

  • I Am Affected

    I am affected by maybe one, perhaps two, often it might be you, the state of mind I carry through my day, coordinates with how I feel, how I say, I’m doing just okay, and then the hours creep on by until later in my own quiet solace, I realize the two, maybe one, maybe…

  • Responsive Journey

    A quiet path, many minds have passed, yet inside remains alone like a ricocheting energy, a certainty in privacy, that which no one might alone experience beyond a silent beholden traveler.   Many nights, autumn mornings, spring into action while the world around might discover new purpose, a reasoning that while easily defined, still remains…

  • The Last Time I Checked

    There was purpose in my day, a willingness to share, yet the constructs of a certain way, would often interfere, well, just my luck.   I often walk away this way, the drive home, a long enduring road, looking around to see, if anyone else might be my way.   I lack the fortitude one…