Man On The Roof

You steal

Scenes abandoned and almost forgotten

You magnify

Memories faint but revival-worthy

You help

Hearts fighting yet weakened

You build 

Brotherly-love mortared with hope

You. Needed. Here. There. 

There Is Only We

Who worries for the 
Dust under the fingernails of searching hands
Dust brushed from faces of fallen family found
Within the rock-rubble of spilled homes, villages 
How far away is this from here

We worry for the 
Dusty shelves
Fallen knick-knacks
Milk-spills on floors
How long the pretending we share different dust  

Great White Eyes

I wonder while swimming
While swimming with wonder
If
He
With
Nothing but instinct
Sneaked up to me
If 

With
Complete compassion and some kelp
Reached out to him
Would 
He 
Then
Let me touch and soothe
And look deep into
Great
White
Eyes