Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Repetition Reclamation

Comfort rests in memory
of  ordinary patterns shattered.
When fire consumed all hope,
death deconstructed dreams,
despair threatened life force,
I put foot in front of foot,
stumbled sightless until
path emerged from mist..
When ordinary patterns shake,
Comfort rests in memory.
What I have done, I can do
now and again and again.

Saturday, October 26, 2013


Come autumn equinox
life flickers, veil thins.
Doubts rise, death peaks in.
Who will I be? Who have I been?
Where will death take me? When?
What will begin and what will end?

Come autumn equinox
life flickers, veil thins.

Friday, October 25, 2013


Perhaps Grace is a mockingbird
who mixes up the songs
to make the broken whole.
Perhaps Hope is mountain mist
which floats in and out, out and in
to tempt the weary to begin again.
Perhaps God is a shapeshifter
 who flows from form to form
customized for each seeking soul .

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Mirror Prayer

May the mirror I face
on the day of my death
reflect the essence
with which I was born.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Not Trash

Whose daughter is she?
Drinking Bud from a can
leaning on the street sign
holding out her own sign
"Can you give a girl a hand?"
Easy to dismiss her. Loser.
Trash. But what's her story?
Whose mother is she?

So Bright

Mountain fall
burns so bright
easy to deny
winter white.


Mountain stood
tall, triangular
green with spruce.
I turned my head.
Walked ten yards
Admired maple flame.
Looked back, found
mist had erased
mountain. Gone.

Thursday, October 10, 2013


Both feet on ground,
wherever I stand.
Breath out, breath in.
Sanctuary is trust
I can connect to truth
wherever I stand.