Sunday, October 28, 2018

Somnambulist

A gaze upon the layers of life,
excruciating in every molecule
of holding something back
Somnambulist
A long walk after bearing so much
in a weary waiting of
forgiving.


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

The Bird Who Looked Back

I could not evade the look--
Its eyes red---with a grey beak
On the brink of a desperate consciousness
It defies me--as standing just behind
Not touching, never forcing
The bird looks back, with an outpouring
of not saying words, of flying
into the same vigil. 

Somnambulist

A gaze upon the layers of life, excruciating in every molecule of holding something back Somnambulist A long walk after bearing so mu...