Let’s log each encounter
With a notch on a bedpost
How long before there’s nothing left of this frame
But shredded wood
Looking like some kind of weird, secretive art installation
No one will understand but us
Hidden youth revived
Orchestra brings memories
Winter night brightens
To live in a time of wires, airwaves, satellites
We can touch each others’ minds
When we play catch with our thoughts
Across time and space
Shrinking this planet for our kind
…
My friend told me that after a forest fire,
Blueberries are the first growth you’ll see return.
What a model of resilience and perseverance!
If you can see me
If you can see parts of me that I cannot
Tell me so
Describe them to me
…
Are there good things that make me worthwhile?
Do I have kindness? Empathy?
Do I bring others comfort in times of strife?
Frozen winter path:
This foolish heart beats slowly
To unknown currents
Damp winter drizzle:
This numb heart deaf-blind to the
Late night mysteries
I saw something on a TV show today
That sparked something in me
I felt like I recognized an old friend
That I’ve recently been trying to avoid
And I don’t mean that I’ve seen this show before
…
Distant fog creeping
Longing for the forever
Unattainable
Midnight above us
Asking my lover once more:
Tell me who I am
My elusive self
No matter how hard I search
Still a mystery
Can they see in me
I wonder, my truest self
In ways I cannot