Sometimes I dig holes

And then I climb in

They fill with water

They fill with darkness

They fill with friends

Who stumble in unaware

And we drown together

Or are buried

And we either rot

Or grow

If the sun shines

And the rain falls

The world is projected to my eyes

Through the windows of our home

And one wonders if it’s real;

And if i were blind

Would it then be touch or smell

Would it be hearing or taste

Does the world disappear

When every sense vanishes

                                               Or do I?

if x + y = me
how do i solve for x?
how do i solve for y?
it could be any combination
so why even try?
i know the answer
if not the equation
sometimes we must live
in the unknown
of our single, solitary station.

do you know who i am
who speaks within your head
do you know who i am
whose voice is fire instead
of the cool water you wish it was
pay no close attention
to the man behind the brow
the man who steers the ship
from upon this darkened prow
he is none of your concern
he is a whisper fading
falling behind the daily noise
a watcher of silent repute
a shadow figure of frenzied poise

You cannot lose someone in time

For they are the air surrounding;

Ever-present, always now, then,

                                                   And will be;

There they are forever

Where they have always been

Where they will always be

As are you

As are we

I’m of a mind of shepherds today

Of those rare few who protect

Rather than consume;

I’m of a mind of Francis today

Who i wote to regularly

Of the abuse I met at the hands

Of one of his own

And he never wrote back

But i’d like to think

Maybe he read those emails;

I’m of a mind of the dead today

Of a man who moved the needle

Maybe just a little bit

And nudged a billion people forward

How much more could any of us

Ever hope to do

This is a day of scents

Like stepping into a cloud of thyme

As we hiked to the valley river

Like stepping into an Italian kitchen

And we wondered at this surprise gift

As we listened to the water chattering

There was lemon and ginger

Drifting in the air during dinner

And later chocolate peppermint tea

As we struggled to stay awake until bed;

It was a day to breathe in and taste

A day to simmer quietly in.

The days fly away

Like white fluff dandelion seeds

In a sudden summer breeze

Gone away and invisible

Against a too bright sky

Lost except to memories

The clouds are spaced evenly

White cotton against painted blue

A mid-century, wall-papered sky

Like my mum might have laid out

Perfectly overlapped with no lines

Bright to bring the dark to light

I imagine her hands

Pressed to the heavens

Simply to bring joy to me

Though all might look up

And in doing so see

That I was loved