I can’t imagine 
though imagine I
always do this 
being any better 
for I and
not them am
and I this
very simple thing 
think just that 
so what say
you of this 
for thou too

And another year 
they march on
footprints in snow 
and in sand
made then gone 
blown and washed 
without any trace 
except mine knowing 
I’d been there 
such are feet
and never miles 
nor ever inches 

I wonder when 
or ever if
I will stop
turning my head
like family dogs
hearing some sound 
when my phone 
chimes a message 
and then wondering 
maybe desperately hoping 
it’s from you
and like dog
returns to bed
threat’s been avoided 

I island
and note
in bottle
cast into 
ocean to 
be taken 
discovered again 
and again 
on my
different coasts
is this 
to mean 
it belongs 
or I 

A flower doesn’t 
know that soon
it will wilt
but rather it
continues to reach
towards the sun 
take a lesson 
from the flowers 
the sun is 
and always will 
be high above 
and that too
is where we 
strive to go 
think not then 
of the ground