I wonder if 
the dust cloud 
I’ve been running 
from and so
desperately trying to 
avoid and dodge 
isn’t one of 
my own making 
and rather than 
trying to catch 
up with me 
is really trying 
to get away
and simply disappear 
sometimes we try
so very hard 
to get away 
from things that 
aren’t really there 

Sitting here 
I noticed 
a book
tucked behind 
not between 
the bookends
getting up 
going over 
I found 
it filled 
with stories 
that so
long ago 
I’d cherished 
and now 
it’s chairside
and my
new favorite 
once again 

This week between 
a drowsy thing 
like a nap
that’s turned into 
a night’s sleep 
where nothing’s done 
that was meant 
just another year 
come and gone 

Seeing snow 
before others 
stir awake
is like 
being handed
your own 
birthday cake 
before the 
knife slices
and others 
do take 

The light it
came bouncing in
like lazy flashlights 
or far away
headlights searching through 
and over hills
bathing my room 
in an eerie 
iridescence akin to
a student solving 
a math problem 
a quiet ahh
followed by huh
as I peek
and see snow