What do you 
call those things 
that show up 
every now and 
again but never 
routinely or consistently 
pebble penny or
maybe stone feral 
lost or stray
confused conflicted or 
confronted whatever it 
is or whatever 
they are they 
aren’t a place 
to moor a
ship or hang 
a hat or 
count on anything 

Small isn’t invisible 
small is reduced 
redacted and abbreviated 
invisible is either 
been and forgotten 
or never been 
seen ever before 
since or again 
small comes before 
invisible that’s when 
poof is heard
and n’er more

Of all 
the people 
who I’ve 
ever lost
in life 
I miss 
him most 
my nights 
became longer 
my clouds
grew thicker 
flowers lost
their bloom
and laughter
its glee
the day 
he died 
nothing was
is or 
will be 
ever as
bright again 

It’s hard to 
imagine a storm
any worse than 
the tempests I
have already survived 
for those furies
as curiously furious 
as they were 
the rains that 
they brought only
ever saturated me 
from my eyes 
down to chin

I’m not sure 
if it’s him
or it’s me
but both of 
us runs away 
funny thing about 
backs is that 
they can never 
see the other 
or where he’s 
going going gone
in order to 
find him again 
I’d rather this 
be tug-o-war drama 
drawing us closer 
than this hide-n-seek