Watercolors of Past and Present Blend

Sifting through a box of self-edits

Textures graze my fingertips, recalling stories left behind

Mixed emotions resurface, decide to keep me company, just for awhile

Reminiscent moments stir my senses, tasted sounds audible only to my ears

Prodding me to relive archived scenes of long ago

Watercolors of past and present blend, waiting for the sun’s warmth to dry them off

Each blurred stroke changing ever so slightly, indistinctly

My reality, who I am

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

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