Emptiness Makes Room

Walk away
as emptiness measures
its gaps to bridge,
how far fullness means

See
it can't be measured

either the gap left
or the room for truth

  

Capacity

Shadowy role-play
carrying empty names
claims not their freedom
into day

Sideways reflection
in hand-held sunny wandering
where avenues return, discover
entrance into rest

directing our gaze above
 

Resting Hands

A cabinet houses
each stone

Years flow by
studying them all
in turn

Open, peer, hold,
relinquish

Time to close
bronze doors,
resting folded hands

Remember
treasures stored within

Mined,
polished, known
in preparation

for their settings to be designed
 

Window Seat

Some claim aisles
vertical,
straight up
or down

As watching traffic passersby,
politely step aside

and miss the view

Window seat passenger,
her thoughtful gaze
upon the wing
a disruption-free surprise 

Never so alive as through your eyes
 

Transparency

No trade-in value,
clarity for transparency

Crooked, displaced edge
(of faded blue earth)
where columns topple
inward

A mere dusty footprint
in misplaced glory
 

Patina

Air,
dust,
tarnish,
fading watercolor.

Wrinkled weave
decorates each step.

Patina reveals
itself
for self
to be.

What else is there
to inherit?
 

Cue

Even when the curtains close
touch remains

Above,
between,
through

A step, a cue
silently taken

A life
touching through

 

Falling Reason

Part I

Reasons dance
and fall

A Curtain, numbing,
hides the sky

in winds of questions
where answers float
beyond these walls

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Part II: Exuvial Flying Flies

Fragments catching light
floating,
suspended in the eye

Their shadows quiver,
blur direction
steadily

Exuvial memories

trapped beneath lines of vision
in the mind

No way of leaving self behind