It’s crazy cloudy 
here as though 
this mountain city
has bad cataracts
and just the 
lighted tippy tops 
of buildings loom
like port lights 
of some far
off shore ship
and the mountains 
are out there 
somewhere I trust 
just like you 
come closer I 
think and turn 
this flat bed
into your peaks
and valleys so 
I may explore 
wander discovering you 

I write half 
naked in bed 
while sipping coffee 
glam isn’t it
but my mind 
wanders off finding 
the junk drawer 
and exclaiming here 
it is precisely 
the thing that 
no one was
ever looking for 
yet everyone kept 
for such a 
day as this 

This absence of 
is not loneliness 
it is peace 
and the scratching 
of my pursuits 
have given way 
to silence as
though my very 
life has become 
one long sigh
and I wonder 
as I watch 
everyone scurry around 
don’t they know 
that the very
thing they chase
isn’t out there 
but in there
if only they’d 
take a peek 

I only wanted 
a few things 
all of which 
I have gotten 
love friends laughter
simple things really 
the best part 
is that all 
comes with each 

It’s when now
and not if
for the if
stopped long ago 
and the when 
is always enough 
to carry me 
for the when 
is what catches 
me by surprise 
almost as if