Month: January 2025

Potomac

…

they used to

look up

at the sky

and follow

the plane

out of sight

…

they used to

look out

across the water

watching waves

soothed by the sound

…

they used to

look up

at the fireworks

on the Fourth of July

and be amazed

…

they used to

look forward

to January 1

when the New Year

meant a new year

…

they used to

look at

real roses

and think of

Valentine’s

Day

…

but not today

…

in the collective

consciousness

a quiet prayer

…

that by and by

you’ll see more than rain

falling

you’ll see the birds

take flight

and the butterflies

land

and the rainbows

appear

and when you look out

across the silent sea

you’ll see the diamonds

shining free

and feel the wind

within the waves

reaching out

and on the coldest

night of nights

may all the stars

be extra bright

and when you see

a rose

may you see

a rose

and know

it’s real

TL

Love

the kiss

of first snow

you barely even

feel it

it’s a miracle

it’s even here

but from a distant place

above

the ground looked up

and prayed

and a million years went by

and by

and the stars

that no one ever sees

broke way

away

from the night

and floated down

past the sun

a glitter of powder

on the ground

covering all the holes

all the dirt

all the puddles

all the leaves

all the seeds

and without a word

the snow melted

into the ground

and all was green again

as if it always was

just a field

of emerald green

without a trace

of glitter in the air

like a snowflake

that never was

but a rose

knows different

as it looks up

from the ground

and unfolds itself

to see the stars

break way

TL

What’s Within

:

in a drop

of rain

the memory of

a tsunami

a city at the bottom of the sea

:

in a breath

of wind

the memory of

a tornado

a city ripped apart

and the morning after

:

in the light of a cake candle

the memory of

a wildfire

a city lost in ember

at the edge of an ocean

on the brink

of a new year

:

in the heart

of humanity

the will

to re-build

TL

Saturation

on the out

side

I seem to be

fine

I guess

but everyone

seems to be

fine

I guess

when they’re going

through it

whatever it

is

I feel saturated

in sadness

it may be an age thing

for sure

when my dad died

I was still young

but that was the beginning

of endings

and it just feels like

the end of beginnings

now

I suppose this is the time

to try

something new

and unplanned

to immerse myself into

something

anything

other than blue

I’d like to be green again

like spring

a leaf in the sun

but this is

indeed

a landscape of stick trees

the winter of my life

baring down

the acceptance of things

so many things

…

last night

the cat and the dog

trudged together

down the hall

and slept in her room

they know

they jest know

that even though

she’s not there

she’s there

TL