Nary nook
nor cranny 
said mouse
is cheese
just scraps
and bits
of paper 
and secrets
heart food 
hidden here 
not exactly 
enough for 
a mouse

I like vine
tree and root 
no longer depend
but rather find
and patiently discover 
burrowing deep leaving 
the surface waters 
to those reliant 
on the obvious 
in doing so 
anchor myself there
and drink from 
the pure spring 
my souls aquifer

Less light 
said the 
candle so
that I
might show 
the dark 
to my
friend room 
and we
can dance 
until day
when we 
both disappear 

I am nothing 
if not that
but that you 
say I am 
belongs to you 
for you found 
that little box
and others well
they found theirs
and I just 
a decorated bush
standing in someone’s 
home in December 
soon after to
be pitched aside 
but gifts remain 

I no longer 
defend or convince 
but rather let
for everything will
as everything must 
and I’ll sit
quietly and watch 
I am there
and little else 
and the rest 
like I to
them don’t matter