If you can’t 
figure out what 
you want then
figure out what 
you don’t deciding
on what to 
cut is always 
easier than what 
to plant for 
growth happens without 
any thought given 
hone and whittle 
and let come 
what ever may

There’s a thread 
that’s delicately woven 
through each and 
every thing that 
ties but never 
binds one to 
the next together 
no not objects 
but progress it’s 
a golden thread 
unseen by many 
until that is 
it catches light 
starting to glisten 
the thread is 
called trusting in 
that we don’t 
always know better 

One frequently 
sees loss
as the 
end of
something cherished 
but loss
is also 
the beginning 
of something
treasured to 
be found 
stand in 
that space 
between the 
two and 
wonder for 
a moment 
where next
now that 

There is something 
about getting started 
after having done 
that tickles me 
opening up home 
in the morning 
turning on heat
starting the kettle 
opening the blinds 
the little things 
say to me 
welcome to another 
most beautiful day 

I imagine that 
this is what 
a marshmallow sees
some moments before 
as I sit
in blood orange 
late dusk sun
before it dips 
behind the mountains 
and the marshmallow 
meets its doom 
in the middle 
of some s’more