It is
each inch
never more
or ever
less that
gets the
worm to
where it
is going
scale being
what scale
is the
same holds
true for
humans too
Category: Poetry
Past (for my exes)
The past is
in the past
for a reason
and what is
in the past
should remain there
for the present
no matter its
darkness deserves the
light that only
the future brings
SoLong
Dark clouds loom
above the mountains
like unsaid goodbyes
hovering waiting shifting
one anxious foot
to the other
for the moment
or right time
to let go
of the rain
and the tears
of so long
Po(um,tree)
Quiet little campaigns
of my making
each baby step
one more shoot
reflects a root
that dug deep
drilling down deeper
into the life
looking for diamonds
or the nectar
of misery extracting
pulling to surface
laid out here
like trophies of
some long ago
and almost forgotten
victory over life
Broken
Who thought
this silence
could roar
where now
my own
whisper breaks
sending quiet
scattering like
pieces of
broken mirrors
each one
it’s own
reflection of
what it’s
looking at
