Racing Racing.Racing.My thoughts are racing.The months are racing.Endless pacing.Always chasing.Meanwhile, bracing.Caterpillar in its casing.Life ‘til now, somehow erasing.And the question I am always facing.Where do I go from here?
Racing
Coming Home
In fact, myself.I am, in fact, myself.I feel, in fact, myself.I see, in fact, myself.For all the striving and struggling,The years where mirrors hid tears, fears and nothingness,I am starting to see.Where the air is clear and the trees part,Amber honey with their changing leaves,And make way.A clearing.A gateway.A door.Welcoming me in.Welcoming me home.Through the... Continue Reading →
Two Years Free
I sit with gratitude.I can hear myself think.The beautiful knowledge:I don’t need to drink.Not even “need,”I prefer it this way.Life’s so much better.(It surprises me to say.)I couldn’t have imaginedA life without booze.I certainly wouldn’t thinkIt’d be something I’d choose.I thought it would meanThat I’d lose my shimmer.That life without alcoholWould somehow be dimmer.But what... Continue Reading →
New York Imagined
What happens to the dreams and callings we let lapse?The ones we walk away from?What do they do once we’ve turned our backs?Do they go on and live in someone else’s mind?Or do they pause,And wait…For you to, maybe, rewind?These streets, so familiar.Yet so foreign too.Like a dream I intuitively know…But can’t quite put my... Continue Reading →
The Difference of a Year
I’ve seen the shift a minute makesFor lifetimes, maybe more.The way the ever temp’ring tideBrings change upon the shore.The movement of a grain of sandExponential, collective, in time.Sand slips through the hourglass,While we’re gifted with the sublime.It’s always there for us to see.To feel and breathe and taste.But amidst the world‘s abundance,We miss it in... Continue Reading →
The Wreckage
Desert hills rising,Like beacons.Wide open spaces.Nowhere to hide.Lizards sunning scaly skin,Like mine after all these years…Skitter away,With a sudden start.The fall of my feet,Upsetting the balance. With each arid breeze,The landscape is forever changed.The grains of sand,Displaced.The Princess and the Pea.You feel it…Before you know it…But it is happ’ning all the while.What is leftThrives in... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 