I was lost
When I looked up
I uttered something I don’t remember
I know I said that before
But I’d forgotten
They were there
Reaching out
All along
And they will be
Showing me
Shine
Art Credit: “Snowy Day” by Tiger R., age 7
Fair is the one
Who squares shoulders with you
Goes toe to toe
Looks into those eyes
Digs deep effortlessly
And unveils the mysteries you never knew about you
Who does that dance with you
Feel that
The heart and the gut
Beneath the soft skin
Above the strong legs
Equipped for the challenge
Know that
Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well
Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame
How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it
Dear Sir,
You may call:
Whenever you need;
For whatever reason; or,
None.I would answer:
To your kindness;
If you’re specific; and,
If you’ve skin in it.Yours truly,
I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time
Until
That other cool cat comes back
If you go
You’d never leave
That new dust on your feet
Works its wondrous way
Up through your ears
Down into your soul
You’d never again hear
The calls from home
Way back there
When everywhere
Is home
With glitter I cleaned
And I’ve no damned idea
Whether you noticed