I’d rather not 
than be the 
me I’ve been 
and maybe one 
day the who
for someone else 
but until then 
you will find 
me there at
the edge of
the pier waiting 
for the sun 

As I stand
here brushing teeth 
I realize that 
I’m in love 
with someone who 
did once too
oh well I 
guess that I’ll
swish and spit
and go about 
my merry way 
always thinking hoping 
for another day 

The blue
of who
and what
peeks around 
the corner 
peeps across 
and down 
the door 
it peels 
night away 
and kneels 
to day

The light 
comes in
a nod
a tap
a turn
and see
something new 
is happening 
be it
you be 
it me
maybe be
it we

Oh
to think
and then 
to dream 
Oh
and then 
to draw 
and then 
to find 
Oh
to hold 
and then 
to choose 
Oh
to know 
and then 
to finish 
and then 
to feel 
Oh