LandFall

There’s a thing 
that often happens
well I think
that it does
well it has
to me now
once you’ve crawled
back or away
from whatever bottom
that you have
you first survive
and you regain
the simple things
strength and courage
once you’ve leapt
from the iceberg
and onto land
feet under you
what comes next
is quite surprising
it’s called comfort
and followed by
freedom to express
those simple things
that you know
make you you

DonkeyWash

And every week 
at this point
I’m taken back
to a time
when I lived
on a farm
and every morning
a donkey ran
up to me
from the hill
honking and honking
making the same
sound as my
washing machine now
a simpler time

Kindness (to unknown)

And from afar 
I read something
making me think
try kindness first
it’s hard I
know especially now
but kindness does
what winds do
they sweep away
the clouds from
the moon leaving
it to shine
brighter than before

Abstract

I think that this 
morning the sky is
filled with ghosts they
stretch end to end
across the horizon ghoulish
they appear as though
purgatory took a brush
and some paint and
slapped some souls on
as though Heaven and
Hell requested an abstract

WaitWait

Like a dog 
whose still waiting
for the boy
on the bus
to arrive home
so I sit
not only waiting
for the words
but also love
with each passing
sound or hello
I begin wagging
but remain watching
now wholly uncertain
if wait wait
no just another
wanting something else
and just another
car oh well
so I sit
waiting for Timmy