Month: August 2021
The darkness moves toward morning—sun and moon in their cycles,
and I in my bed lie awake with the constant thrumming of words in my head.
My body tosses and turns; my words toss and turn, and
sleep is an enemy, crouching far off, taunting.
Pain is magnified in the dark with no distractions. And
the aching in my head beats rhythm to the beats of my heart and the beating that I am giving my soul for regrets as
darkness moves toward morning.
Mug Shot–circa ’72
In all my cleaning and culling this summer, I came across an old passport. Don’t you love the John Lennon glasses? 🙂 I did too until I sat on them!
If Every Moment . . .
If every moment were a grandchild moment,
we would be as happy as light
and as calm as still.
It Doesn’t Take Much
It doesn’t take much to shake confidence.
Brick by brick, you structure a world with truths and practices
you trust are best—
guaranteed with positive outcomes.
And then the slight shift,
the murmur of doubt.
It doesn’t take a crushing blow—only the soft winds of uncertainty,
the weighted air of disappointment. And collapse threatens.