Had I known 
for I must’ve 
that things built 
brick by brick 
move ever higher 
and that what
once a view
is now wall
that why we 
built at all 
is lost just 
like the view

I’m at peace 
today nary a
thought tethered to 
mind all just 
feathers lost by
some passing bird
or perhaps even 
one lone cloud 
deciding to drop 
a little rain 
but nothing more 
this day is 

A pensive Sunday 
and my mind
floats happily away 
bouncing off clouds 
hiding in corners 
and behind curtains 
like summer break 
children discovering a 
relatives new house 
nooks and crannies 
in which to 
play and pretend 
this is what 
vacation is for 
to be anything 

A man paces
hands in pockets 
eyes focused ahead 
looking at nothing 
and his mind 
a million miles
away thinking of
and maybe about 
asking himself why 
back and forth 
like a needle 
on a sewing
machine threading reasons
he will walk 
these few steps 
until the spool
his life is 
runs out of 
the thread that 
his life was

High in the mountains 
windows I assume catch 
the very earliest sun
and begin to smile 
from south to north 
and it just feels 
like I’m the Creator 
viewing the infinite glow
of glory and galaxy 
moments after I declared 
let it be good