What Crosses My Mind

  • When I Walk

    I use the sidewalk most of the time, that’s what I’m told. If I walk in the street so sublime, I might be thought old. When I was a child we used the pavement, back then there weren’t walks we could stroll on the left side, no argument, while having one of our talks. I…

  • Whispers

    Draw me close you hear my words. The fear is real, leaving the notion of conversation a remote tragedy. I would watch everyone walk by until alone I could survey the remainder. That is when the peace arrives, when the whispers have faded into the concrete walls of an early morning encounter, testing my will…

  • The Arms of Compassion

    In the season of autumn when needs do shift summer’s recreation begins a gradual wane; lives are soon measured in orchestrated assemblies. Their eyes come in fogged by the shock crickets will sound in the evening sky. ~ Hold on one more moment before our hearts begin our next chapter, the rite of passage a…

  • 6th Grade

    Windows, I remember gazing I haven’t any idea what I was looking for. I recall seeing trees in autumn vibrant colors adorned street homes all containing people I knew for half a second I was glad my journey took my mind away from ‘Civics’ her voiced echoed along my travels suddenly back the room became…

  • Afterthoughts About You!

    I remembered just today While whining wildly In my own quiet solace of course Strolling through the hallways Thinking about other things Distractions, fears, preoccupations As I rounded the corner You popped in front of me A smirk, a look, just that eye contact Gone again, on your way ~ When we crossed paths You…

  • What Frightens a Ghost?

    Chilling season Cowering moments Medley of circumstance ~ When the world stops Our reality becomes suspect An indecisive gesture ~ Walking towards An active classroom Should doors open? ~ How many eyes Will suddenly observe Every step toward … ~ What if I trip? Perhaps a sneeze Watch me cry ~ Seems the season Is…

  • The Other Day

    I walked the halls Watching people stroll by in their routines I looked for moments Of clarity Because that’s what we do Sixteen and curious More nervous More anxious Feeling weird about that Last interaction. ~ And yet, the way I walked past you Made no difference in your world As time stood still and…