Unfinished Wind Chimes

Summer guests, hidden in dark rooms

Invisible lens caps covering both eyes

Hitchhiking without thumbs, following uncertainty

A graft of my imagination, melding with what I don’t see ahead

Dragonfly gazes, falling over winter

Unfinished wind chimes that lie in wait

Tomorrow’s dreams, untethered, floating away

Drifting past clouds, out of sight but not of mind

Waiting for the Gust

A freshly raked pile of autumn leaves

A dandilion, standing perfectly still on a hot summer’s day

A neatly stacked pile of papers, patiently sitting on the sill of an open window

A struck match, a single flame, a thin string of rising smoke

A cloud of thoughts that trail my every step, my shadow

All waiting for that one gust to blow them away 

A Scooped Handful, I Blow

Second lives, abandoned secrets, a year of walking on a wire comes to an end

Railmen wearing red coats holding fire lit lanterns, waive me aboard

A blur passes, I sit by a window, for once, looking out instead of in

The skin of my past crumbles, like old parchment paper finally feeling sunlight, touching air for the first time

A scooped handful, I blow, hovering snowflakes pause then disappear before they touch the ground

The space that used to linger, a void that hovered within my mind and soul, disappears

I realize that I’m finally free, I inhale deeply, I begin to breathe once more

Pale Horses Run, Chasing Heaven into the Fray

Ashen skies, looking on from above

Promise’s last drops filling broken harbors, losing one drip at a time

Missing pieces collecting at water’s edge, a collection of myself

Glassy reflections appearing topside, turbulent currents flowing below


Eternity’s fields, quiet and vast, lay still in waiting

Red circles, pale horses run, chasing heaven into the fray

A hand breaks parting clouds, finds me, safety lying in creases, hidden

Listening to the wind sing of second beginnings, a lullaby, an embrace for tomorrow’s new day