When it’s time 
to go go
anywhere I go 
I hear the 
wind and smell 
freedom riding on
its invisible wings 
see the Valkerie
in the distance 
saying nothing but 
come hither come 
nigh come back 
come home your 
time there is
done you’ve did
what was meant 
and you’ve learned 
your lessons and 
aged the voice 
of your wisdom 
time to go 

I don’t know 
until you say 
for even I
knowing what I
do don’t know 
that which churns
and percolates and
drips and bubbles 
deep within the 
well you are 
I only peer
and maybe toss
a few stones 
guessing your depth 
watching your rings 
roll and bounce 
from place to 
wall and back
this is all
I ever do 
you as well 

To scoop fortify
and maintain to
make better and 
deeper to build 
such are things 
made in sand
vulnerable and prone 
to ocean overwhelm 
for things built 
at the edges 
are the first 
to be swallowed 
it will take 
whatever it wants 
such are things 
built of grain

Being is
different from 
becoming different 
than before 
being is
not had
or having 
being better 
isn’t being 
different being
doesn’t know 
what it
ever missed
being does
as being 
is just 
being that

Absent of this 
empty of that 
keeper of peace
calm and serenity 
come and go 
stay a while 
yes and no 
and maybe too
just the water 
never the ice
this is me
then after all