Every Little Thing
Like the sun and the rain
and the morning and
the depths of night and
the dew drops on the
grass and the bead of
sweat on your eyebrow
Bright Lights
We place a brown blanket over
our heads and crouch inside
the knitted cocoon to hide
from all of the bright lights
Shin Kicks
Our days are so volatile
with the maelstrom that
propagates our feeds
and destroys our brains
while the sun is shining
and the rain is raining
and we can’t see either
The Length of Time
I don’t know how long it was
between your second-to-last
breath and your last breath,
but I know that time receded
and I was a hologram of myself
in a dirty underhang of despair
Lack of Paranoia
Open mouths gargling over
each other at the holiday party
inside a franchised golf simulator
Nothing can ruin a beautiful
fall day more than a heaping
spoonful of generalized anxiety
Group Text
But distance strings us out on the
end of what used to be a corded
phone line, and we react when pinged
to the evermore of each person’s
discombobulated happenstance
Crumpled Papers
But there was something in all those
crumpled papers that found their
way to all sides of the waste basket
and I think that something was
honesty
The Cold Side of the Pillow
The cold side of the pillow
is only a reminder of the
choices I continue to make
that suit where I am at
this point in my life as
an older gentleman
who is much more
comfortable in the cold
Let Them Fly
Just because they can fly
doesn’t mean they will fly
away into the clouds above
leaving us holding their perch
Loose Tiles
We walk so gingerly
over the loose tiles
of our evolving lives
that we fail to put
the right amount
of force or pressure
on the balls of our
feet to notice how
imbalanced we are
The Crispness of the Air
I want you to blow through me
to match the coldness I hold
inside of this aging, weary body
held together by years of love
Slow Mornings
Weekends are time to
peddle softly into a
wide open field of grass
Unmade beds mirror
mussed morning hair
and rumpled sheets
Watching a Lion Do Cartwheels
I don’t know where I fall
as I watch myself idle
through life with that
weighted vest you saw
on Amazon on my back
Breathless
My breath continues strong,
refreshed by a long walk
and propelled by the thrill
of parenting while parentless
because you can have one
without the other, and it’s
all I ever wanted to have
Subtle Drops of Sunshine
A slow breeze glances
your hand dipping into
the blades beside you
and time opens up