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

  

Unclasped

Interwoven, contracting
suspicion
maps the functional representation
of an ephemeral floor

Where compassion,
a wall of beveled panes
sharply etched
out of floundering temperate vapor

Unclasps
mirrored reflection
and sets recognition out for sale

There an unexpected quiet flicker of a wise pen,
beyond where the stonewall echoes for us,
taps graceful certainty just past
the length of my grasp

Anonymity claims respite,
misshapen scraps of a tree-lined street's
midnight shelter