Sunday, December 27, 2015

Get out

Get out
Get out
Get out of the fog. 
Move the earth.
Grasp the wind.
Hold the tide.
Wrap the whole cosmos up in your arms 
And realize 
You are only one part.
So keep on moving.


It is strange 
That no one knows
The steps or the numbers, the windows and the light switch.
It is strange 
that no one knows the latch on the door 
It is a strange feeling
No one knows your address
Or what it looks like where you lay your head. 
Or where to find you. 

Monday, November 30, 2015

Blue Fog

I think perhaps 
She loves too much 
All things small and beautiful 
To love her own
And the wonder of how she sees 
Everything she loves-
How beautiful that makes her