Out of My Way

Why can't you just get out
of my way
You are not welcome
here

I can't let you
stay on
Like a ride spinning
jarring, lifting
Away from sturdy ground

Sounds berating
tearing down
the climb

If only for a space
where dismal voice
could trip
out of my mind

 

Bringing Home the Years

I can imagine
where you are

Every day
ticking
away
the years

Into what could have been
even
silently woven,
I stare

Every day
ticking
away
the years

My dear
how can this be
you
so far out there

Please
even silently
let the threads weave

Us together,
near

Bringing home the years

Summon

Until the next passage,
hours await the thing that will
summon

To activate
what remains
on the shelf above,
a box full of snapshots
loved

Lagging behind
where yesterdays
awaken

Moments that feed possibility

 

Missing

In between the lines
reads silently rootless

Flowering colors
float away on a cloudy breeze

Gray mist hovers
hiding victories

Missing an unknown place
Where the colors go without a trace

 

Exoskeletal

Two rays shone down

long enough to see bare branches

Leaves strewn, atop any footprints

in the ground

Exoskeletal remains

Duty bound

yet floundering

Washed ashore

In the tides

colliding

  

But Wish You Well

Is it possible
to say your goodbye
with a well wish

Deep as a well
my wish for you
helps

Swallow
what is so hollow

How is it possible
for you
To inflict
such a goodbye

Without me ever seeing it
in your eyes?

Yet time
could service
your disguise

Cooling

'Nothing will change for you'
you said

Then I felt cold
Where a shadow
passed over my vision
of hope
and light dims
upon a window
of our last chapters
together

What will change for me
being ever together,
for us?

An opening
of possibilities
A freshness as a breeze
cools the air
and filters the sun

Yet you seem to say
my days are already done

 

Opting

Managing the edges
of waterfalls
to the sea

Traceable thoughts
pattern the random
into clarity

Views through clearing mist
when sounds
begin
to beckon

Remember these,
when tedium threatens

Edges of past colors
meet the day

To inform,
not overtake

Opting
wide awake