Friday, March 21, 2008

When the wind settles

When the wind settles,
leaves have left their place
finding crevasses anew to rest
earth is revealed
where once only hues of life tread
and bending branches ease
from submitting to the gale.
When the wind settles,
the path once so familiar
carries the weight of something new
and the waking sense
of change

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Thought for the Day

You are not my mirror
the sky is.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Window Sills 

The window sill is dusty
with the visions of a 
world it will never know:
the hand prints of ghosts
and the echo of paws
lingering are the only reminders
here that anything happened
and I wonder
does it know
does it know those things are but memory 
left for time and age to wear thin.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Cabal Wish

I have one.
a wish.
a secret

ok, maybe two
in my brain.

one. secretly clean up after death: plant the flowers in a bed of somewhere else, erase the permanent ink smeered memos, box up the trinket memory of life now extinguished and make room for something else...without anyones permission.