I am empty
emptier and emptiest
having already been 
now just empty 
absent and quiet 
with nothing left 
to prove or 
to say calm
and quiet peaceful 
listening to time 
slow to crawl 
watching day break 
and night fade
I sit in
this empty bowl 
wondering what next 
will fill it 

To unwind 
to separate 
and lay
out flat 
to untangle 
to discover 
and remove 
to cull
to peel 
then chop 
these things 
I have 
of every 
single day 
with you 
trying to 
understand where
when what 
it was 
that it
was then
no more 
or matter 

Quiet mind a
sleepy toddler strapped 
into the backseat 
dozing into dreamland 
nary a peep 
so strange this 
for I too
am feeling the 
cadence of comfort 
the bumps and 
the stops/starts like 
a familiar crib
that I once 
knew long ago 

I want more 
than anything else 
to be known 
as a simple 
man who wrote 

what his heart 
knew and what 
his soul said 
what his eyes 
saw and his 

mind heard and 
that is all 
that I ever 
want anyone to 
know about me 

Now I want 
to go deeper 
and not farther 
for far I
have been but 
rather deep into 
the crevices and 
cracks of the 
crevasse I am 
to mine and 
find the nuggets 
buried there when 
I was born