The day is an empty embrace
which I didn’t think was possible
until I started to grow up recently.
I’m buried beneath
years of outward reticence
and inner abandon-
there aren’t enough antacids
to make up the difference.
The breeze blew in
over our sandwiches
and though the road seemed empty,
the sky was full of birds
and we shared a magic smile.
Freshly
When a morning breaks
during armageddon,
it’s like trying to trace the outline
of a cloud
when you’re in the middle of it-
there aren’t boundaries
and your body is a vast damp lawn.
Draw me the moon
give me a tree
write me a story
with as few lines
as it takes
to make me see
beyond today.
The Word Rummager 