A shadow is

A projection of your soul

Faithfully following you,

Bound to the choices

Of your being

You know it’s there

But do you really see it?

Have you fed it?

If you untied the bindings

And let your shadow free…

Who would follow who?...

Nothing has stopped the morning.

Not even death.

Upon how many graves

and scattered ashes

Has the sun gone down?

How could I have known

A year ago

That my life would go on,

Could go on,

Leaving you behind?

It seems wrong,

This space that you have left.

It is hard to measure

The ways in which new growth

Has taken it over.

It is supposedly healthy

After a forest burns.

You were my fores...

Can I even remember

The last time I sat

On a beach?

It may as well

Be the first.

The sun holds its breath,

submerging itself

In the sea water

And the waves seems to extend

Into the sky.

The tide is low

And the breeze is so docile

I almost can’t feel it

Wandering between

the t h r e a d s

Of my clothes.

I forget briefly

How it feels

To be cold.

I try to breathe

In time with the lungs of ...

I have placed

So much energy…

Dignity…

Self-respect…

In you.

You were the keeper

And the measuring stick

Of my self worth

For years.

You have shamed me

If I stayed away too long

And bit down on my brain

In early August.

You convinced me

I would forget

My mastery

In the heat of

A quiet

summer afternoon.

I was wrong.

And so are you.

I am more

Than my employment.

My talents will not dissolve...

how strange

we have become

as a species

That our urge

To communicate

Is reserved

For those

Farthest from

Our bodies...

I never was an early riser…

But a midnight insomniac.

Sunrise and I

Have always been

Regrettable strangers.

I miss her

Like a sibling

I never had.

The ghosts of evening cocktails

Gather their vengeful strengths,

Intruding at late hours—

Beating down the door of my brain,

Battering my temples

Like a pair of timpani,

With mallets hard as diamonds.

I wake in the dark to find

Stolen rest,

Dr...

As the Sun

Dipped down

Beneath my feet,

And the Moon

Tipped over my head,

The dimming mirror

Of this final Twilight

Beckoned me to

Gaze into the mirror within this

Glimmering spectrum.

This day in passing,

The 365th drop in the bucket,

Is a current along my face

As it ripples across

the glassy sky.

What memories have I stored here?

How have I grown

Through accomplishment

Or regret?

What wil...

She wrote once

That Forever

is composed

of Nows.

We are eternally

In the Present.

We can Reflect—

And we can Dream—

But Now

Is where we Live.

How are you Living

Now?

Who are you Loving

Now?

When you Reflect…

What do you learn?

When you Dream…

What do you see?

Let the study etudes of your past

And the butterflies

Circling around your future

Orchestrate your Now

Into a symphony of Life

...

Feathery pewter clouds

Are kicked up like ash

In the smoldering embers

Of the dying winter horizon.

It is difficult to imagine

Being blind to the light of day

Until we are truly without sight

In its oddly sudden departure.

It is not yet the longest night,

But my soul still feels the murmur

Of a cooling,

trembling earth,

fearful of her final moments

Of virescence.

Oh mother,

How can I ease your ...

I wish I had never let go.

I felt an odd darkness

Threaten to devour

all the light and air in the room

As that ring slid onto my finger.

How can such a tiny piece of metal

Ravel itself around you

Like a starving anaconda?

I could see you

But suddenly couldn’t find you…

Reach you.

I felt your heart close

Like the thundering gates

Of a mighty fortress.

In that moment

I lost all Hope.

I let...