interiors
October 30, 2016
with the clouds
September 11, 2016
what would it be like
to float above, seeing the earth
as flyers do –
wings soundless, soaring…
worries
caught in stalks
of corn, drying in the sun
thoughts echo
September 9, 2016
questions reverberate
as I lie, restless
among twisted sheets.
Rising, I open
the shades to windows
streaked with rain.
morning presses its face
against clouds, lightening.
clarity
September 8, 2016
absorbed
September 7, 2016
Static
January 22, 2016
The note he seeks lies buried
among other notes, some stapled together,
the years collapsing.
Scraps lay scattered like his thoughts –
drifting into piles, getting lost
beneath therapists’ schedules.
Two cars sit
side by side in the garage, with another
in the drive. He asks his doctor, “Can I
do emergency driving?”
“No.”
“Maybe my dermatologist will say yes.
It’s in my legs…”
At 90.7,
where is the path to clarity?
Does it follow the path of love?
winter’s sun
December 12, 2015
brushes the lake –
gilding
stilled waters with
pearled hues
suspended
December 12, 2015
suspended
above the surface
colors blaze, then fade
like sparks
from a campfire
as the white time
draws near
suspended
over mirroring depths
chill winds approach,
fingering
leaves from branches,
their stories grown cold
suspended
emotions fray, strung
on filaments, tossed
by winds of worry
– where will
they land? in whose
hands are they secure?
suspended
I long to let go, to be
lifted
into the clarity of blue skies,
at rest with the clouds