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Sometimes

Sometimes
when everything feels big
and towering around you.
When the light is dim and

darkness
is all I seem to be able to know. The sadness
closes
my eyes for me. Shielding
from the horror that depression
brings
in
from the scraps of death
of it's heart.

Forever Books

Here's the thing about long books:
when you're reading them you go
yes, yes, keep going
Kep going until the spindle of forever words
wrap itself around your  heart and make it beat just a little bit faster
until the words swirl in your mind and all you can know
all you can feel is the words
of this single book.
but here's the other thing, you want to know
what happens?
who happens?
how does their story end?
but again, the forever tapping on your window
and you welcome them

If I Was A Thing

If I was a bird-
I'd fly with wings pointed high in
the sky, feathers
barely nicking the corners
of the sun.
I'd live in a nest,
low in the tree-
close to the
action of the world
Slowly eating bugs I find along my path.

If I was a fish-
I'd swim and swim and swim
to the edge of the world.
Breathing through my sides,
Eating anything that moves
in the still water of the
afternoon.

If I was a thing-
I'd be a bird or a fish,
something tall or something small,
or maybe nothing at all.
Just a speck in this world,
having a ball.

Mountain Time

I am astonished
at the human lack of ability
to stay still.

Skipping ahead.
Snapping pictures of landmarks to prove
how far they have walked,
instead of capturing the moment
in their hearts.

Stop and breathe.

My challenge to you
is to live on mountain
time.

Do not dwell on
the mistakes of your
past or compare
yourself
to your old feats
Do not fret over the uncertain
future/
Still yourself

The mountain is frozen in
time,
yet never stops moving,

Leaves are reaching
desperate grasps
at the sunlight,
sunlight can never be grasped
only reflected.
Trees spiral up
to the sky,
 Slowly,
    Slowly,
       Slowly.
Ants dutifully picking
up pieces of the forest floor
never stopping to admire their progress.
Mushrooms ever carefully decaying
what they grow on,
yet it is not out of
malice, like the word projects

Only part of mountain time.

Details

To get the perfect picture
sometimes
you have to take a step back
and get a better angle
Making sure the light is just right
Life is a little like that.

Notice.

Waves of steam claiming winter air
floating from plastic cups
Warmed up backs from roaring flame

Sharpened pencil leaving
little dusts of graphite
on your paper.
Finding a constellation that
you can recognize. Hey look!

Fall in love with the details.

Rain, Rain, It's OK

Who lets their couch give
a hug when drops fall from the sky?
When water darts across the streets,
full of secrets,
slick with misery?

Curl into yourself.
Must and old memories
timeless words-
let them overwhelm you,
Fogging your mind
Snaking into your noes
And between your toes

with those words from never land




It All Falls Apart

sharpie buildings and water color skies
Cities built from the wonder of dreams.

Paper people
with bubble ideas
The new guy
Who can't believe her
boss holds the
fact that can pop her world.

No more staples, to hold
life together.
Rules change,
but just another day

The wind catches heartbeats
to snatch souls in the smoke.