What Crosses My Mind

  • As A Little Boy

    He would play with rocks different shapes and sizes some skippers, others too bulky, heavy ones and little pebbles. He’d release them in water, watching them float making waves to help them move along the clear floor, the rocks were everywhere, and he could play for hours forgetting everything around, only he and the wet…

  • I Remember Reading

    If you think about someone, they are a reflection of your life, this person. She compels you to imagine their well-being, sweet her Grace of compassion you discovered glancing in her eyes. ~ I read a book about love, two people so swept by one another’s sensuality that no one else could intercede their own…

  • Sitting Around In Summertime

    I was thinking about the other night when the sun shined in my apartment, slats creating patterns across the woodwork. I thought I might rather watch them fade across the walls then close the shudders when in the evening I no longer wondered about the outside only that happening in here tonight. ~ Seems there…

  • Autumn Sunrise

    Picture silent beauty of the fallen cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew Would we lives would suspend among such few swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken   While lives do merit certain ambience having understood time in element sweet farewell of arid temperament with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance   In morning humanity…

  • Once, In Sunlight

    We did in quiet observation, attend of course the eyes windows that speak well beyond the notice of a fashion, of a trend, of an expectation.   Instead, just a glance where both pain and joy can reside, can wait for the next opportunity to speak aloud in the framework of sweet silence.   We…

  • Summer Dreams

    Wish for a chance to capture such beauty As lights our horizon, an accentuate calm. Satisfy urgency, sweet like the palm Solace upon heart sought serenity.   Silent eyes seeking accessible paths A walk is meditation in such air Having found freedom, surreal is where Let go of resentments, wild wanton wrath.   A forest,…

  • Quiet Resolve on a City Bus

    I watched him passing by, a figure in the street, a personality, silence is resolute, his posture apparent, resolve clearly unknown though imagined, a stillness suggestive of peace, or perhaps concern from a distance it is always difficult to know what passes in the mind of a person, an individual a figure to be recognized…

  • youR, a teaCher fer cryin’ outLOUD!

    Wait, what, yeah, you are right, so correct, me, cannot argue that. Its, Its, Its, stranglehold on my life is like, I cannot breathe today because I woke and realized, it’s, it’s, it’s, July.   Wait, what? I mean the end of July for crying out loud.   Man, get it together, you are sitting…

  • 5am

    I don’t know their names only a familiar dance tree limbs come alive there a ritual serenade She would give me words to fill in the quiet pause a song for every voice the melody of summertime Oh to know beauty and grace serendipity in silence we face

  • Finding Words

    They land in different places now, the words those stories, passages, telling souls to reinvent our lives create some simple serenade lets our heart breathe less of a sign, certainly not gasping for air, just a steady rhythm because we come to know life is far too short to allow ourselves to slow the direction…