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 

No longer chipped
or made into 
mulch I acorn
crawled to the 
mountains where I 
rested amongst kings 
dug in and
grew alongside them 
I sapling stretched 
and reached higher 
pushed away green 
umbrellas and took
my place in 
sky I tree
and I grown 
remember all three
of those me