Hidden in Harmony
Twin ropes
Of rubber and wire
Carrying melodies
Into my ears.
I grip them
With calloused palms.
They send me swinging
Into the sky.
Being and Seeing
Stepping
Softly
In my bouncy tennis shoes,
Warmed and chilled
By the wind,
The brilliant
Side-light.
Smiling at my shadow
Because she looks
Like me.
Living in this
Frozen amber
Daylight.
Final Frontier
Dusty,
Untouched,
Maze-like,
Endless.
I went wandering today
Down and in between
The shelves of an old
Bookstore,
Where paperback
Sci Fi novels
Were packed like sardines;
Where somewhere in the wall
An old generator
Hummed its mournful notes.
Tiny antechambers,
Staircases that
Wound around and around.
What a perfectly
Strange place
To get lost in.
Weekend Words
I murdered
Those flashcards.
With music in my ears,
I steadily demolished them.
Now I sit
Out on the porch,
Freezing in this
Down jacket,
Eating a mealy apple,
Feeling like winter.
Yet Another Lunchtime
“You need to go home.”
Maybe she was
Laughing at me
But that was okay.
“We both
Need to go home.”
She reached out
And we brushed fingers,
Bridging the divide
Of our clumsy conversation.
Someone spoke,
Everyone laughed.
I stood
As they chattered
And marveled at my ability
To stare for so long
At nothing.
Twin ropes
Of rubber and wire
Carrying melodies
Into my ears.
I grip them
With calloused palms.
They send me swinging
Into the sky.
Being and Seeing
Stepping
Softly
In my bouncy tennis shoes,
Warmed and chilled
By the wind,
The brilliant
Side-light.
Smiling at my shadow
Because she looks
Like me.
Living in this
Frozen amber
Daylight.
Final Frontier
Dusty,
Untouched,
Maze-like,
Endless.
I went wandering today
Down and in between
The shelves of an old
Bookstore,
Where paperback
Sci Fi novels
Were packed like sardines;
Where somewhere in the wall
An old generator
Hummed its mournful notes.
Tiny antechambers,
Staircases that
Wound around and around.
What a perfectly
Strange place
To get lost in.
Weekend Words
I murdered
Those flashcards.
With music in my ears,
I steadily demolished them.
Now I sit
Out on the porch,
Freezing in this
Down jacket,
Eating a mealy apple,
Feeling like winter.
Yet Another Lunchtime
“You need to go home.”
Maybe she was
Laughing at me
But that was okay.
“We both
Need to go home.”
She reached out
And we brushed fingers,
Bridging the divide
Of our clumsy conversation.
Someone spoke,
Everyone laughed.
I stood
As they chattered
And marveled at my ability
To stare for so long
At nothing.