Pause comes
before rest
a moment 
to look
around seeing 
where I
have been 
one step 
two then 
three and 
four and 
onto the 
bench in
the middle 
of nowhere 

Keeping my keep 
and keeping it
clean and tidy 
washing my clothes 
and my body 
focusing on myself 
keeps my keep 
I’m the only 
one who can 
do or will
so my keep 
is the only 
thing I’m keeping 

Friends and lovers 
two ends of
the same middle 
two logs and 
one tiny match
to create fire
meant to warm 
never to mind 
melt or keep 
two becomes one 
and then out 
as the chill
creeps back in 
from the corners 

I do wish 
upon a bone
once every year 
always it seems 
that like a
flower past prime 
I am left
with the stem
not the dream 

I hear no
whispers from things 
for everything I 
have is new
no remember me 
we us then
just a silence 
as I look
and the possibility