I know 
little not
and don’t 
want to 
be known 
but rather 
just be 
over here 
for there
I’ve been 
too many 
times before 

I swim in empty 
the sounds all muffled 
a quiet surrounding me 
creaks and cracks echoing 
thumping thuds add dimension 
I hear nothing but 
the noise of same 
and this brings comfort 
like cream to coffee 
and sugar to tea

I think where
more than why
now there where
rather than there
there a soothing 
song of dismissal 
and often indifference 
there then is 
the swan song 
and Hail Mary 
the last chance 
for gas before 
the desert miles 

Who I was
then feels like 
a nightmare and 
today a dream 
how could I 
being only one 
go from there
to here for 
don’t people belong 
to one place 
or another but 
I as a 
child used to 
walk atop fences 
I guess some 
things never change 

I like 
this being 
alone in
my treehouse 
flashlight in
hand finger 
puppets at 
the ready 
stories and 
spells about 
to conjure 
in the 
cauldrons of 
my mind