The year is coming to a close and as I reflect i have one word – grateful.

I’m grateful for what I have,  I’m grateful for the journey, but mostly I’m grateful for who I am and who I’m becoming.

Rabbit is ready

All of the time

Ready to run

Rest to hide

Ready to be captured

Ready to die

Rabbit is tired of being rabbit

And so rabbit became fox

Running now in the open field

Chasing after it’s next meal

With abandon… this is fox…

Fox is not rabbit.

Cat is a lumpkin

Sitting in her window bed

Snoring quietly next to me

And I envy her this time;

Do i want a basket

Perched on a ledge

With a fur blanket

To melt into? Perhaps.

She seems…content

To exist in this space

With us by her side.

So i write about her,

This little island of hair

Curled in upon herself

Away from the world

For a brief and sleepy time.

Livewire

Cracked

Exposed

A naked nerve

An electrical fire

Touch at your own risk

Danger, do not open

This is what’s left

Of Pandora’s box

Just raw flesh

Skinned

Left in the sun

To die

Left in the open

To dry

Like fish

Hanging on wooden racks

Eviserated by Icelandic winds

To its essence

Today is sharp

Like knives in a cup

Points pointing up

Today has edges

Like faultlines

They show boundaries

Red routes along

Tectonic plates

Today has bite

Like a tired old dog

With no patience

Today is necessary

Like a sharp shovel

Biting into the earth

Prelude to growth

Sitting,  staring

Mesmerized by destruction

I fall into the fire

First go my thoughts

Lost to the ash

Then goes my soul

Deconstructed to atoms

And sent flying away

I am consumed by it

I am at peace with it

There’s a trick in the ring

A way to make it through

Make it through the round

You imagine the punch

Hitting you in the face

Because then when it happens

In the real world

Under the lights

In the surrounding smoke

It won’t hurt as much

You can handle it

But no one tells you

It doesn’t work

No matter how often

You run through it in your head

It still hurts like hell

Because there are no tricks

Pain is pain

And it comes all the same.

Step off the bridge

Fall into the water

And just pretend

Pretend you can still breathe

This is life

A process of dying

While inside you are lying

Convinced of immortality

We walk in the dark

While thinking we can see

This is it…it’s easy.

The archaeologist knows

Nothing buried

Remains buried

No matter how deep

Everything surfaces

Eventually.