I have stepped 
off of and 
away from the 
spinning contraption at
first dizzy trying 
to find focus 
like ballerinas after 
their first tries
at the pirouette 
falling to knees 
maybe sitting or
even lying down 
watching as life
and clouds rush 
past like shoppers 
on sale day
certain of need
but want I
have discovered comes
later after the 
hordes have had 
their selfish fills
and their aftermath 
provides the pause 
needed for me
to discover want

I’m dry this 
drought taking hold 
my roots burrowing 
deeply for some 
moisture of inspiration 
none coming from 
the clouds of 
you just broken 
and dry promises 
forcing me to 
go deeper without 
than upwards towards 
you my rain 
my leaves outstretched 
begging for embrace 
and relief from 
my own imagination 

A square window 
in my bathroom 
high on wall
frames an orchid 
that silently awaits 
those few soft
silent slow rays 
of morning sun
as gray pink
clouds tease along 
some dark though 
most wispy white 
and the orchid 
shadow black not 
green or yellow 
yet for day

It’s time love 
for some coffee 
sunrise and cuddles 
do not drip
now sad moon
tears of morning 
for lovers dream 
of such time 
when two embrace 
the others eyes 

Another fork
crossroad dividing 
an intersection 
this way
or that
maybe forward 
maybe back
always moving 
right along
a tumbleweed 
some dust 
a leaf
cut corners 
across fields 
rolling where
almost there