I have been 
in my reclamation 
not yet my
renaissance first I
had to stop 
discarding myself like 
something to pitch
into the landfill 
taking stock of
me as possibility 
finding worth and 
value in I
I’m almost there 
a few things 
left to buy 
and then I 
will be ready 
for my renaissance 
interesting this having 
to go through 
one’s darkest ages 
to see light 

Ghost maybe shadow 
I have moved 
through this life
with little more 
than a glimpse 
maybe a glance 
very little else 
disappearing from 
and then into 
the space of 
someone else’s side-eye 
rain and snow 
gets more notice
for they impact 
but me just 
an image like 
a mirage mirrors
but a dream 

Funny thing love 
sometimes a worm
maybe a snake 
once or twice 
a pair of
fuzzy slippers and 
old pair of
shoes long ago 
broken in tattered
but so comfortable 
me I’m naked 
now and barefoot 
puttering around like 
a child in 
the wood amazed
at the things 
long ago forgotten 

I have found 
my happiness in
a strange place 
alone a peace 
there too no 
looking no seeking 
just sigh after 
sigh and humming 
it was once 
said that a
happy man hums 
hum with me 
happy with me 
here with me 

No matter how 
no matter when 
or where or
if or why
I always end 
up in precisely 
the exact place 
that I’ve always 
meant to be 
such is the 
serendipity of life 
and the serenity 
of it all