The Most Peace Needed

Just hang a left and pavement turns to mud and keeps them out

All except the most hardy

The most in need of peace

I pass the chained-off track to the pond

and I’m almost home

I’m almost to my first and only all-mine place to be

The timbers soar towards the chilly sky


I am remembering

Because I can’t see all that with my eyes from here,

 under these quilts

But I know it well.Read the rest


There was no ice where I was born

Then the giant’s took me to the cold.


They busied:

 Prepared for games, and conquering.

Child-me stared

up at the sun…golden

 Then down

 where it turned silver in the ice covered boulders

Wrapped, dripped around…


Ice grew out over the edge of the stream

 Crept and smoothed across the grit, sand, and pebbles.Read the rest

My Eyes Are Sad


Walking, walking, the wind is blowing against my glasses

around the sides, across my eyeballs and eyelashes

Thin tears well up and slide down across my cheek,

I wasn’t aware I was sad today, nevertheless, I leak.

Walk along, walk some more, looking up and all around,

no moaning, hiccups or whines… nature’s the only sound


Wipe the wetness, wipe some more,

this happens quite a lot,

something inside me seeps out whether or not

I am aware

consciously of what’s there

It’s Ok

I’ve come to understand that my eyes do what they need to do

off-gassing some grief while I walk and walk through

the leaves, the sticks, and dew.Read the rest