At last 
I have 
a place 
that’s mine 
that’s me 
that’s my
oh my 
that’s nice 
that’s never 
been before 
there’s something 
about that 
that’s that 

I’ve added photos 
to my home 
simple smiles really 
caught in time 
this is new
for not since 
have I had 
sweet little moments 
rather I ignored 
avoided and forgot 
happiness was hard
but here now 
I have the 
beginnings of joy 
flickers of flame 
framed in wood

Age knows 
no heart
for time 
is the
only salve
that can
soothe the 
broken ones 

Emptiness I am
bucket or cup 
first filled now
dry I am
not the thing 
that held nor
the thing it
did but rather 
what remains after 

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