feather

December 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

most days I’m a feather clinging to the wing of a multicolored bird
quivering from the wind, but always returning to the place where I belong
blending and fading with the soft abyss of surrounding comfort, I wait.

some days I’m the multicolored bird piercing the sky
flying with the wind, at such a height that makes my colors melt
into one single, perfect hue, blending into the welcome air, I soar.

but today I am the sky, an expanse filled with possibility, with fear
propelling the wind, but quivering and melting, fading and flying
I don’t leave or return because I’m already here, so I breathe.

seasonal

December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall

journey

November 17, 2014 § 1 Comment

I have so many
beginnings, too many to
count, but not an end

in sight

Reminder

November 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

Sometimes I feel the weight of everything directly upon me,
but I mean, in a good way.

Not in a way that suppresses or brings anxiety aloft.
In a way that frees.

When I’m driving at night and the streets are full of cars
but everyone is reduced to two lights
and I ask myself where I’m truly going
and the stars form a welcome blanket overhead
guiding me and everyone, all of our lights,
along our individual journeys, I feel it.

And it suddenly becomes so apparent
that our individual journeys
are so far from that.

The depth of this huge, gigantic world rests
upon all of us, peacefully and meaningfully.
It grasps onto our shoulders,
and urges us not to forget that it’s there.

enough

November 11, 2014 § 2 Comments

there are so many
wishes I need to realize
is there enough time

our motion

October 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

like the gentle cracks on the walls
of my one hundred year home,
stillness won’t stop age.

it may bring years of observation
but what is observation

without subsequent
conversation
exploration
jubilation

beyond

July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

the worst part about forever
is not knowing if i’ll ever be
completely immersed in it

reach

July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment

my hope is that I’ll find
something spinning, always

a twirling journey
never ceasing

falling like a leaf
but upward

catching wind beneath
invisible wings

and lifting it higher
than outstretched hands
can reach

next

June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

I can’t wait for tomorrow
the next hour, the next second
and to scale mountains and look down

i can’t wait for leaping through the air
into shimmering waters and floating
next to the sun’s reflection

i can’t wait for the sun to set
then rise once more
and carry with it even more meaning

i can’t wait for spinning
it’s my favorite thing to do
dancing with souls and closing my eyes

i can’t wait for new songs
and hearing the old ones a thousand more times
and shouting out every single rhyme

i can’t wait for the mystery
that never seems to end
and the complexity that lies in everything

pause

June 20, 2014 § 2 Comments

beneath a star glazed sky
we waited
constantly, methodically
despite the purpose
in spite of cold currents
and cards, face down

we searched for storms
and found that stars
were brighter, when lighting
up our hands
held together

by the gravitational pull
of our perfect pause

our storm was patient
and it was everything

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