Thursday, June 24, 2021

My aching bones are stretching in the morning light
The sunlight yawns across the living room floor
My coffee steams and swirls with cream

And I can’t stop myself thinking,
“What did I do to deserve a morning like this?”

The answer comes in the silence of the microwave beep,
“Nothing.”

And it is enough

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

I know


Been easy to look for

All the right things in

All the wrong places 


So I breathe deep

On my drives 

When I can roll the windows down


I sit still on my couch

Trying not to squirm

My chest an open wound


And I know

I know


I write when 

My mind and 

My heart 

Want to run 


The ink runs deep

Through the page 

Into the earth 

And takes root


And I talk 

Stumbling and then running 

To the one who meets me there

Like friends


And I know

I know