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
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
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
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
Basking in the Glow of a Shallow Pool
It’s strange to look for
some kind of solace
in a puddle outside of
a nondescript building
on any road in this
city of wayward fog
and capsized humans
Another Version of Myself
Hair grows out of my
ear like a cornstalk
and I barely care
because tweezers
are man’s enemy
Scratch the Bird
My left sock with
a gaping hole
is the air I need
I’ve been trying
my whole life to
scratch the bird