Monthly Archives: July 2018


When something is broken,
do you leave it to lie?
To let the pieces lay scattered,
displaced, from one another
in a pattern of loss.
Left to collect the dirt
and dust of years.
Until there is nothing
to even recognize.
No resemblance to what
it once was?
What it could have been?


The air stills for a moment;
the sky takes a deep breathe.
Exhaling and everything goes into motion;
pushing until there is nothing left.

Trees flutter and flicker,
spilling little drops of light,
reflecting the sun
and it’s warm delight.

Waterlogged colors streak over the clouds,
reminding us of the strangeness
of the storm
that surrounds.