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DEAR FRIEND

The pain in my heart
is not for that
who has passed,
dear friend.

The pain in my heart
is having to watch
you fall apart,
again and again.

Knowing,
as I stand idle by,
there is nothing I can do
to make you understand.

Grief is a hard thing,
a battle of the inside.
But its necessary
and unfortunately out of command.

Dear friend,
Time is a current
that flows with no restriction
and with it,
I am certain,
you will come back to me
feeling life more
than when you began.

NIGHT

Wind whooshes through trees
and the cicadas screech.

The sun has knelt
as the coyotes yelp.

Limbs tangle and sway
creating a whole network
of elevated braids.

Stars flicker and hide
behind puffed clouds in the sky.

The air cools
as the Night rues
the warmth of Day
and passage of change.

AGE

I caught my reflection today.
The face was older than I remembered.
Lines stretched from corners.
And blotchy dots lie just below the surface.
I think what startled me most were the eyes.
Coarse, green circles that seemed to bore right into me.
There was still quite a bit of light to them.
But age had altered them, too.
It’s a funny thing,
my reflection.
My body continues to become defunct and rigid.
But my mind feels as though it has grown younger
and vivid.

TIME GOES

Where does time go?

Is it stuck in a box
filled with glossy pages
of faces?

Is it cast out to the curb,
left waiting for another?

Does it hide
in your mind,
a never-ending circuit
full of emotions and images?

I do not know
where it goes.
I am only left to wonder:

Where did the time go?

A SECOND

For that fleeting moment,

I felt it.

 

Flickering before my eyes

was a summer’s yesterday,

amidst the cold, dreary morning.

 

In that instant

I teetered on the edge of a memory.

Swaying to the present,

deeply breathing the past.

 

The sun glinting on the metal.

The soft chatter of voices.

The ground soft and spongy.

The lasting smell of warm rain.

 

I tell you that I was there.

I was in two places at one second,

and that love was carrying me then and now,

all at once.