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 

Now 
I am
that I am
this
now this 
that I am
I am
now 

From my windows
I hear the 
night distant caterwauls 
speed somewhere else 
and the death
of day in
this humid silence 
I feel nothing 
but quiet peace 
the pain of 
life a blanket 
I’m a simple 
man falling asleep