I have slowed
both my steps
and my aspirations 
I have found 
that there’s nowhere 
left to go 
the races that 
I have run 
now behind me 
a park bench
and tired feet 
know me now 

There is
no i
only us
there is
no you 
or me
there is 
only we
to be 

I did
but forgot 
on purpose 
or accident 
knowing that 
the thermals
would lift
and take 
me to 
the place 
even though 
I had 
no idea 
trust does 

Socks sheets 
and T
I see
dark divots
and dimples 
greedy against 
the light 
reflecting and
reminding me 
that I 
am timid 
at times 
mainly night 

In morning 
this hour
so still
just breath
and some 
distant knock
of silence 
doing its 
simple job 
and I
the same