Maybe silence 
is just 
as good 
for doesn’t 
winter snow 
fall without 
a sound 
and yet
it changes 
how much 
we know 

To be quiet 
a delicious emptiness 
of all things 
soaking in a
bath of wandering 
thoughts immersed in 
candlelight’s own flame 
of passive curiosity 
to be nothing 
and nowhere else 
and everywhere else 
all at the 
very same time 
oh the ode
to such a 
very simple place 

Kindness is 
little else
than the 
threads of
one’s life 
woven tightly 
together to 
create a 
blanket in
which to 
warm the 
coldest hands
and hearts

We all do 
most of us
who have turned 
to other things 
to buffer pain 
or escape from 
eventually arrive at 
the same intersection
oh you’ll recognize 
any of us 
by our crutches 
and the limp
in our gait
from the many
miles we’ve walked 
to get there 

Pins and needles 
and broken eggshells 
a room full 
of rocking chairs 
and animal tails 
creepy crawly things 
and flashlights breaking 
through dense woods 
oh such things 
make even I
dance like bears
in a circus