To let things 
go implies that 
they were essential 
to let things 
be implies that 
they never were 
imagine living a
life of freedom 
from and of
and also without 

I yearn
for nothing 
more than 
this for 
having not 
was my
forever never 
of yesterday 

I was born 
with a broken 
heart it hiccups 
there’s some name 
but unlike heartbreak 
this unusual heartbeat 
gives me pause 
and reminds me 
of how temporary 
we all are 
we don’t think 
we don’t realize 
just how much 
good goes on
behind the scenes 
of our very
simple little life 

Blue behind brown 
and blinds that 
bounce and bend
and glow like 
the hands of
my very first 
watch after I 
turned off light 
the kettle waits
as do cups
and the coffee 
teasing myself with 
delay my delight 
I’m going to 
stay right here 
a while longer 
and drink in
the quiet dawn 

Dr. Pepper and 
Mr. Salt have 
joined my family 
of inanimate objects 
just a mill
and a cellar 
they make a
cute interracial couple 
who sit patiently 
on my island 
a wee bit 
salty and kinda 
spicy they are 
and I swear 
I hear them
late at night 
bickering like an 
old married couple 
such is home