Parade

Harried hours
in the parade of days,
strum our nervous strings

Contrived sound
far removed from
a trio unacclaimed

Stillness,
pleasantness,
repose

  

Terrarium II

Less costly

the small room,
at a temperature
for life to manage

We spend not money
but time
sparingly

Just so many breaths

A mist appearing
then disappearing,
condensation maintained

Light of day
moves limbs
to growing

Becoming
what we can become

inside of our terrariums

  

C l u t t e r

Grasping at clarity
as it sails through the moments
of unpacking
and repacking
successes

Cluttered shelf of missteps,
dusting away their residue

Rearranging them to see
how many victories