What Crosses My Mind

  • We Are Teachers

    We spend our days Walking hallways Saying hello Being mellow, In the eyes of our young minds, In the hopes they might unwind The tension that drives their soul The gathering storm of the coming lull. ~ Yet they are not aware While challenges that dare Welcome their human nature That demands they be mature…

  • My Reflection; Your Perception

    Ever do this. ~ Finish the conversation Walk away Having left a cordial departure Smiles and a handshake ~ And look back ~ Out of the corner of your eye And that telling moment When you both connect Your eyes looking right at each other ~ We wonder now ~ As methodical as your moves…

  • I decided

    A moment ago I was a child Playing in dirt outside Until a scrape A pebble created a blister And now my knee hurts. With the little red mark The fragment of stone Dug into my skin briefly Enough to help me Let me recognize There is a feeling of pain That exists when we…

  • My Life Your Mirror

    There is a game we play Glancing within one another’s eyes Imagining the ticket to their soul We mirror activity in design – Extending limbs our bodies Become intertwined outside Of yours or my reach Yet closer still the moment. – We seek to depart from ourselves Reaching out to connect A surreal travel Using…