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