Front

When you do 
and not before
the Universe shifts
like a front
it comes quietly
yet affects everything
change brings chill
to even despair
so start alone
resolve at ready
attuned to new
watch what happens
as your new
life slowly unfolds
it’s absolutely beautiful

Aging

I am perplexed 
as a child
I was filled
with awe and
wonder but now
at this age
skepticism and fear
how does life
turn how does
curiosity curdle or
wilt rarely ever
to blossom again
is it things
is it hurt
or is it
that the downward
slope is always
the slipperiest and
the uphill climb
the most daunting

Light

And today I’m 
as light as
the dust left
behind by a
moths delicate wings
no impression just
a dry mist
of a once
soft quiet landing
nary a sound
the same as
those of angels

Holes

I no longer 
miss or long
for some things
lost are gone
the place that
they held filled
forever by someone
or anything else
we do that
you know find
fill or cover
lest we forget
and fall again
back into the
very hole of
our own making
crawling out once
is bad enough
for most people
it is me

Address

And as much 
as I hate
to admit this
I’m too hurt
to ever try
feeling love again
I don’t blame
love I could
never blame love
it’s the messenger
who delivers it
I’m never the
right address I’m
the wrong recipient