A wisp moment 
maybe something more 
but likely not 
a reference reflection
something that’s caught 
or seen or
quickly spied upon 
maybe even spotted 
puff of smoke 
a warm breeze 
these are things 
that make me 
who I’ve become 
nothing more and 
frequently even less 

I follow 
the path
of routine 
and discipline 
for its 
bounty brings 
peace and 
quiet comfort 

Dryer balls
and buttons
play out
a tune 
boom boom
ting tang
nothing I’ve 
heard before 
yet something 
so familiar 
no bravo 
at end
just folding 
and hanging 
and ahh

Then one day 
becomes a thousand 
and the words 
so many words
all blend together 
like dirty water 
into an oblivion 
and you wonder 
what’s it for 
to find something 
closer to truth 
or the truth 
that you know 
or maybe nothing 
any more significant 
than a drop
of fresh rainwater

I think 
the heart 
continues to 
break once 
it has 
been broken 
but not 
like the
very first 
it chips 
away at 
the chips 
that have 
fallen where
they may