I raindrop 
or snowflake 
or leaf
simply fall
from cloud
or tree
or plane 
carried on
the wind 
starting somewhere 
ending anywhere 
being one 
thing and 
ending another 

It was a hope 
turned into a dream 
that became a thing 
and once it did 
we found the other 
side the slope that
slide and slid we
did down its slippery 
and up we’d go 
climbing the familiar stairs 
back to the top 
to go down again 
until I grew tired 
of this childish game 
go if you want 
me I’m going home 
enough for this heart 

There’s a dance
a rhythm a
tap tap tap
to this now
and I have 
finally settled in
not of or
on but in
like a bear
or fox or 
woodchuck I suppose 
this isn’t winter 
for me no
this is summer 
let all of 
other seasons come 
for here I 
live in paradise 

It’s funny this
alone the lack 
of lonely the 
absence of need
time slows and 
its hunger too
shifting sands of 
desire sent to 
sky by gusts
of lust turning 
same to dust
and the must
turns to rust 
in this place 
I call peace

I don’t 
miss for 
what I
had is
mine and 
no other