If life were lived 
linearly then you’d be 
able to see ahead 
as well as behind 
but no life is 
a straight line rather 
one of those preschool 
art activities where you 
draw a crazy set
of circles and take 
crayons coloring them in
it’s not the line 
that makes one’s life 
it’s the colors you 
choose to fill in
the blanks and holes 

Light lit
in corner
things bathe
in dusk
like hints
and whispers
barely said
train whistle 
bleats in
disbelief and 
a siren 
wails of
a tragedy 
these things 
make up 
my early 
morning here

The sky
this morning 
resembles that
chewing gum 
long ago 
I think 
the one 
with stripes 
you know 
which one 
so juicy 
so sweet 
and chewy 
just like 
this very 
early lazy
mountain day 

I do
so enjoy 
this nothing 
my notion
a thimble 
of simple 
is enough 
of everything 
my peace 

Me I
am not 
haunted by 
ghosts vestiges 
of some 
past trinkets 
relics books 
or baubles
pictures caged 
in frames 
of isolation 
moments trapped 
in the 
snarls and 
snares of
the jaws 
of safekeeping 
I rather 
wander amongst 
strangers of
the living 
angels then 
of the 
future not 
the fallen