Rainbows are dripping from the ceilings amid giggles from little girls
happiness lives here and I wonder how I’ve lived so long
without remembering
words
Eyes Closed
It’s raining and I find myself
listening to the wipers mechanical sound
As they shift back and forth across the glass
and marveling at the cast
the stoplight’s glow leaves on the road
Green means go
and so I drive knowing this way
will never lead to your heart
yellow, pause take stock and
grip the wheel I know the red light’s coming
stop or go?
Hit the gas…we all want what we can’t have
even when it means we might not make it through
T-boned in the intersection
it’s possible
Knowing this still
I careen recklessly forward
slick roads and all
Eyes closed
Cracked
The thing about walking on eggshells
is that there is no way to safely do so
without hearing the dreaded sound
of grinding underfoot
and feeling that inevitable feeling of failure besides…
looking back at the path and seeing
nothing but debris
the brokenness of us
I’d rather not do this today.
Slumber
The frozen tears of winter fall
as white from clouds of gray
and coat the sleeping forest paths
before the break of day
A contrast ‘twixt the glistening bright
and trees to which it clings
give stark reminder of this life
and sadness that it brings
But in the silence of the wood
let not your heart despair
for not in death, but only sleep
does joy yet still breathe there
You, now
I carry you with me
like winter
cold and stark and bare
you are in my bones
Golifely 