I should 
probably do
more than 
this with
my life 
and yet 
maybe this 
is enough 
just doing 
this very 

There’s a ribbon 
hanging above mountains 
made of gold 
making me remember 
that one dance 
back in school 
at the lake 
afterwards and you 
wore that same 
in your hair 
like a halo
and I being 
unworthy knelt down 
in homage to 
my prom queen 

Peace and 
music are
those in
which I
swim and 
words the 
air which 
I breathe 
my soul 
heart and 
mind are
now harmony

If heart
or mind
not body
is what 
I touch 
then how 
to see
what’s within 
by looking 
without eyes 
for eyes 
find beauty 
not soul 

Dust maybe water 
is this plume
rising up from 
nowhere a giants 
hand reaching skyward 
blocking out everything 
and back down 
now covering else
my landscape gone 
Pompeii maybe Japan
I am city
erected too close 
to beautiful things 
and now under 
the very same