Standing here now 
and looking back 
why are things 
always crystal clear 
because the future’s 
a foggy mess 
meant for those 
who are brave 
enough or broke 
enough or’ve been
broken down enough 
that even fog
looks like a 
warm welcoming embrace 

There is something 
in this nothing 
almost like water 
is this air
light and sound 
darkness quiet found
it’s what I 
imagine the inside 
of a balloon 
to be like 
if I were 
to be inside 
of a balloon 
which I am 

Sit with me 
and do nothing 
let us listen 
to each other 
and utter hush
be my silence 
I your quiet 
and when one 
of us wishes 
to speak let
us both remember 
that the heart 
knows no words 

Cleanliness isn’t just 
the act of
cleaning or of
being clean it
is also the 
achievement of clarity 
when things are 
clean they will 
also be clear 
and with clear 
also comes understanding 

Dipping my finger 
in the ash
all that’s left 
of life lived 
I draw lines 
of long black 
scoop and smudge 
I make outlines 
and let others 
color in same 
making their art
out of me