06242018

it is dawn—

a cool, sweet morning.

a gentle breeze laps at my cheeks.

i close my eyes and draw my breath

and sigh... exhaling slowly.

i lift my pen and write,

listening to the grass

and the dew

and the beauty held within

the tranquil horizon.

i am awake

and alive and

unwilling to escape

from the flow of life.

06162018

somewhere inside me
there is an oasis
for every dream

every scream
and every laugh
that emerges from

my deepest wells
visceral and untamed

here is where
i am most centered

most authentic and
vivified

the sky is filled 
with quiet light and 
bellowing blaze and

somewhere in between

there is a refuge
within which

the wholeness of me
is restored

06102018

once again,
life is in motion.

and i am bedazzled.
rushed.
worn.

this morning,

i pause 
beside my kitchen window
to witness and be witnessed.

life breaks through
every fragile boundary.

all the walls
are torn down.

i don't give an inch
to distraction.

i remain still.

i listen.