I live two 
lives switching between 
with the ease
of a negotiation 
one romantic and 
supportive while the 
other brutally honest 
straddling this fence 
I frequently sit
waiting for wind 
to carry me 
in one direction 
or another for 
neither is home 
home is here 
high above watching 
neutral and unconcerned 

Accepting was
as is
and is
as was
is but
the sound
oars make 
as they
break the 
waters surface 
pushing one
along on
the lake 
of life 
nary a
care or
a peep 
just shush 

Thinking you 
thinking me
about what 
might be 
I look
far away 
not really 
to see
but maybe 
to know 
what’s so
should you 
and me 
ever be 

We should never 
ignore ourselves for 
if we don’t 
see who we
are to ourselves 
it is unlikely 
that anyone else 
ever will too
be the magic 
that you are 
and leave the 
shadow up to 
others who might 
stand beside you 

It is quiet 
the lull or
eye or darkest
before the dawn 
but for me 
it is peace
that never leaves 
that brings this
one long pause 
it’s just here
like air or
light or wind
hardly ever noticed 
until someone gets 
in its way 
then the thing 
that’s standing there 
gets its attention 
but back to 
peace I’ll go 
for that’s where
home is now