Concrete 

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We can’t call them untrue

The shadows forever forced against concrete 

Are forever a part of you

But so too, was that moment before the bleaching

When you believed in the good air against your skin

Go back again, despite that it seems you can’t 

Receive what the lurking has to offer 

You In Mind

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Once over her threshold
There was none of the fanciful 
Nothing intricate evident 
You thought

You’d expected to find woven, sugary things
Designed with you in mind
To draw your eye and the rest of you
Toward her

You’d hoped to see open, airy spaces
Undefined and to your liking
That you’d envision yourself there
For good

How shocking the sole, dusty cobweb 
Strewn and hiding across the ceiling
The boxes of dreams on bookshelves and….
The bed

Such horror the shut-tight windows 
Shushing provocative talk 
The exotic stashed away in drawers
The hollow 

Had you not left, but lingered 
With utmost courage, stayed to dig, to see
What permanence revealed, what life!
What joy

living also

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Diseased or dormant
Standing sedentary
Feeling as an aside
You close your eyes
And think
For what purpose
Close them a beat longer 
And know
For shade from oppression
A homebase for weary wings
The very air
And nourishment to live another day
Yes, we’re all dying 
But like you, living also

Peaceful Poem

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People have promised me
Twice today
With all the confidence
Of the heart of a child
With all the solemnity 
Of an old-fashioned hymn sung in unison
Everything will be
As everything ought

People, I promise you, too

eyelash

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It strips me of power
And at arm’s length it bids me to wait
While it keeps me in too-clean shirtsleeves

But, does it not prove I have hope
And might it not be rocket fuel
What if it makes truth come true