We are an
amalgamation a compound 
a composite and 
a montage a
list of ingredients 
added sparingly and 
specifically or heaped 
into a mess
bit of this 
smidge of that
stirred or shaken 
just a concoction 
really a sum
of itty parts 
and hopefully good 

Had I known 
for I must’ve 
that things built 
brick by brick 
move ever higher 
and that what
once a view
is now wall
that why we 
built at all 
is lost just 
like the view

I’m at peace 
today nary a
thought tethered to 
mind all just 
feathers lost by
some passing bird
or perhaps even 
one lone cloud 
deciding to drop 
a little rain 
but nothing more 
this day is 

A pensive Sunday 
and my mind
floats happily away 
bouncing off clouds 
hiding in corners 
and behind curtains 
like summer break 
children discovering a 
relatives new house 
nooks and crannies 
in which to 
play and pretend 
this is what 
vacation is for 
to be anything 

A man paces
hands in pockets 
eyes focused ahead 
looking at nothing 
and his mind 
a million miles
away thinking of
and maybe about 
asking himself why 
back and forth 
like a needle 
on a sewing
machine threading reasons
he will walk 
these few steps 
until the spool
his life is 
runs out of 
the thread that 
his life was