Life and love
at their essence
isn’t ever about
right or wrong
winning or losing
good or bad
all it’s about
and all that
it’s ever been
about is letting
everything simply be
Category: Poetry
Enough
I live
a life
of profound
privilege and
wealth having
at last
found my
very most
in my
very least
my enough
NowIKnow
I don’t belong here
an idea that echoed
since I first remember
echoing anything I don’t
and so I wandered
always wondering where if
anywhere I’d find home
until recently that is
when I finally realized
the shortcomings of my
earliest realization truth is
that I don’t belong
anywhere for here there
and anywhere requires roots
and that I unlike
the tree am wind
YouThink
I’m tired
of thinking
for thinking
of while
itself playful
descends into
thinking about
and then
at its
most corrupt
thinking for
Corner
Me I’m
just going
to stay
over here
in the
corner having
once been
placed here
and now
realizing that
I belong
