What Crosses My Mind

  • An Unconditional Prelude

    We stood and watched, heard about a couple of planes ascending into the atmosphere above and beyond a toxic city.   We wondered aloud, thought oh my, such a tragedy, imagined only a particular moment, far beyond our backyard, we don’t even need a fence, so convenient, so far away.   We began to stare…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…