There are only 
two places a
person might be 
present or future 
for those who 
reside in past
shall remain there 
for to come 
into the present 
they must pass
through the keyhole 
known as bye

This life
is good 
better than 
most best
of many
not much 
to some
but enough 
for me 
for needs 
are met
and wants 
a dream 
and this 
my little 
in between 

After all 
of that
I’m happy 
with this
I bathe
in simple 
silence and 
warm serenity 
my voice 
is now 
quiet my
thoughts initial
I am 
with me

If life were lived 
linearly then you’d be 
able to see ahead 
as well as behind 
but no life is 
a straight line rather 
one of those preschool 
art activities where you 
draw a crazy set
of circles and take 
crayons coloring them in
it’s not the line 
that makes one’s life 
it’s the colors you 
choose to fill in
the blanks and holes 

Light lit
in corner
things bathe
in dusk
like hints
and whispers
barely said
train whistle 
bleats in
disbelief and 
a siren 
wails of
a tragedy 
these things 
make up 
my early 
morning here