I watched you break away from the tether that bound you
Bobbling haplessly into the heights
Guided by wind’s unseen current, this way and that
Until the chains of gravity could not pull you back
I watched you become
A contrasting pinpoint in the clear blue
Rising toward the sun
By now
you hope you learned
from past mistakes
you read self help
ponder Lao Tzu
watch the willows bend
and not break
and think that
by now
you should see mistakes
sidestep the mess
with a skip in your step
whistle past distractions
and noise and regrets
that hold you
By now…
She wears her mood
like a robe
bright, bold
dark or dusty
and with it
she colors the world
Ants crawl slowly on the cold tile floor
of a place I’d rather not be
I watch them move somewhat pointedly but
in no particular direction
Disorderly confusion, actually
I am lost and searching
and they are lost and searching
over the expanse of marbled squares
for some small crumb to carry home
Roads to somewhere are always lined with dead things once headed
north, south, east or west of where they now lie still
the living pass the gaping mouths and fixed eyes
without thought to their own fragility
or how this road beginning
is something’s ending
to begin again as something new
I wear my heart
not on my sleeve
but dead center of my chest
for all to see
a few to fill
some to love
some to lose
and some to break
And that’s alright with me.
A small reminder to myself. I thought I’d share. 
Off the top of my head
I’ve plucked thoughts of laundry
dinner and love
how one is never done
one must always be planned
and one is never mine
at least not
to my exact specifications
and how all of them
begin with something clean
a cloth a pan a heart
and end up stained
dirty broken or burnt
and I am left to (with some trepidation)
try to get what’s dirty
clean again
Golifely 