Saturday

03242012

after a day like yesterday
what other day could be the same?

i have places to go
people to see
things to do

so many details and intricacies

but i sit here
and wait for you
to wake up

so you can press your lips
to my temple and tell me
uncomplicatedly

‘good morning, princess’

Thursday

03222012

in this labyrinthine world, i am…

no longer
the passive observer
the submissive sideliner

no longer
the one who sits
and watches silently

Monday

03192012

why?
because i want to.
and because no one can tell me i can’t.

Saturday

03172012

the first mindful serendipity...



a machine whirs
in the cotton-fleeced sky

a mockingbird sings
on a naked shrub

spring sprouts teasingly
one leaf at a time