And today I’m 
as light as
the dust left
behind by a
moths delicate wings
no impression just 
a dry mist 
of a once 
soft quiet landing 
nary a sound 
the same as
those of angels 

I no longer 
miss or long
for some things 
lost are gone 
the place that 
they held filled 
forever by someone 
or anything else 
we do that 
you know find
fill or cover 
lest we forget 
and fall again 
back into the 
very hole of 
our own making 
crawling out once 
is bad enough 
for most people 
it is me

The lines
that frame 
the face
are nothing 
more than 
trails marked 
through the 
very jungles 
of life 
showing that
one has 
indeed lived 
and been 
there before 

Someone asked 
what’s love 
after thinking 
I replied 
what isn’t 

I am neither 
the note nor
the bottle but
the sea destined
to carry you 
away depositing you 
somewhere else for 
others to find 
read and wonder