Sometimes you 
gotta go 
without even 
knowing why
maybe a
sound or
a smell 
or a
bit of
wind calls
and off
you go 
flying or
running but 
never away 

And wind
against window 
reminding me 
of bones
that ache
I lay
in darkness 
and count 
one knock
then two 
thinking of 
knees and 
hips and 
the many
miles I
have gone 

For you see
kindness is quiet 
it ripples beneath 
the ice that 
hatred is keeping 
streams of hope 
flowing down river 
until at last 
at the estuary 
it meets the 
ocean of victory 
so fear not 
this winter for 
it is temporary 
and will give 
birth to spring 

In this 
the dark 
morning before 
coffee sun
I sit
and wonder 
and dream 
listening to
the growls
of day
aging dog
rising slowly 
and making 
its way 
to dish
and door 

The heart
it has 
no eyes 
only fingers 
with which 
to touch 
the mind 
it does 
have eyes 
and yet
it’s blind 
to both