Waiting for the Right Moment

How do you know the beginning of a story

When the right moment never raises its hand to catch your attention

One spin of the dial and life tilts at unexpected angles

Forcing me to run off script and ad lib my way through uncomfortable moments

I find myself picking up secondhand voids at discount prices

A growing collection in the corner, unable to recycle, to let go

One more I say, so I say every time it seems

A convenient untruth makes me feel fine in the moment

Enough to satisfy my concerns to flutter away

How do you know the end of the story

Waiting for the right moment to raise its hand and catch my attention

Wanting to choose a new direction, find a new way


Changing Moods

The melody of mango trees

Capture the fleeting beauty

Panoramic summer scents

Ripen and fall off the tree


Daisies rage every time you go away

The noise of urban petals falling

A patchwork of ordinary strands

One pull and it may all fall apart

Passing Clouds

Footsteps hit me without warning

A walk through revolving doors, pressing pause

Finger and thumb picture frames release borrowed images not meant for public viewing

Orange shadows that line underbellies of passing clouds emit warmth that I gladly embrace and take in

Absorbing my father’s voice creates a balance of calm

A deep breath rids the turbulence of inner tornadoes

I walk out the door knowing I’m not alone

Take Me To The River

Take me to the river

To taste the sound of cold crisp currents

And inhale the clear eye of calm waters resting around the bend

Where rice paper voices lie in wait on the surface

An escape from the hangover of yesterday’s words and deeds

Absorbing the sun’s reflection in calloused palms

Discovering a fleeting embrace from the inside out

Unexpected U Turns

Unexpected U turns

The centripetal force makes me lean in your direction

Creating a balance of an unbalanced state of mind

With an underlined assurance of unexpected days to come

At ten and two, holding the wheel steady

For now, at least

But straight lines have never lived in my DNA

That space reserved for spiralgraphed road maps

Circular pathways, yielding the longest distance between two points

Causing nuanced moments to fall unseen in the rear view mirror

Gone, in a blink of an eye

Unless another unexpected U turn comes my way