The absence 
of why
not which
where what 
or whom
for those 
rarely matter 
barely mentioned 
this end
hinges only 
upon why
like some 
little linchpin 
placed between 
and now 
shaken loose
sending both 
into oblivion 

Gauzy chocolate 
barely hides
the blue
the low
sun orange 
bounces off 
the face 
reflecting back 
a freshness 
of bread
breath now 
felt its
humidity lingering 
upon lips
moist morsels 
of morning 

For so long 
I missed the 
foot you know 
the heel and 
toe of day
dawn that leads
dusk that follows 
because I focused 
on the road 
the in between 
that I thought 
mattered so much 
the road is 
where you walk 
but the toe
offers one hope 
and the heel 
is one’s reflection 
these make days 

Some people dig
holes to bury
things memories land
mines maybe landmarks 
of where they’ve 
been but me
I dug my
hole in deep 
like a fox
to avoid hounds
baying and nipping 
holes are easier 
to get into 
than out of 
for the only 
way out is 
the way in
be sure to 
take a ladder 

You can 
truly be
only who
you are 
the acceptance 
of which 
will bring 
more happiness 
than all
the wishes 
in all 
the hearts 
in all 
the world