Glass Suitcase

Here a heaviness

Where still air lingers
in suspended ventilation

Enigmatic,

hollow perpetuation

Two states blending
into one circadian rhythm

Chained to a glass suitcase
which though emptied

will not lift

  

Wind Chill

Caressing breeze
thaws
raw
discontinuity

Only to dance
upon the lawn
journeying far south

Glance at me -

Shatter a frozen mirror
clearer,
evaporating fear

Crouching Teardrops

Listen
for the rustle of peace

Closing windows
to open doors of glass

Folding inward,

crouching teardrops
flow past
weary glance