I know 
that he 
belongs to 
my present 
because my
ex husband 
only appears 
from my 
subconscious past
whereas he 
always appears 
in my 
conscious present 
true love 
being true 

Standing amid 
the throngs
a coliseum 
of my
own making 
filled with 
cheering strangers 
goading on
not knowing 
what exactly 
just on
so on
I go 
until nothing 
but wind
and empty 
silenced seats 

Once in limelight 
then in darkness 
time in limbo 
even visiting madness 
now in light 
so much for 
this thing life 
I have learned 
that every stop
has its own 
treasures trinkets and 
postcards heralding their 
there making memory 
even those now 
filling some dump
now quiet days 
having at last 
reached my destination 
before my destination 
a plain place 
my mountains now 
rise before me 
standing in awe 
admire I do 
scale I don’t 
for my searching 
is now over 

When one 
finds peace 
the noise 
of distractions 
rips the 
fabric serenity
igniting chaos 
and the 
only way 
to suffocate 
this inferno 
is by
focusing on 
one’s very 
own voice 
for voice 
is louder 
than din

The Aspen 
outside my
bedroom window 
wave in
the wind
like anxiously 
giddy greeters
at gates 
looking for 
the beaming 
beautiful face
of their 
sun’s seasonal 
summer arrival