Boxcars and freight trains

Searching for shorelines, westward

Writing fortunes on scraps of paper, letting thumb and finger go

Pen strokes flutter, melding with the past

I hear singing along tree lined roads



Between beams, the song of birds

The view inside, the blue above, connect

Release, it’s time, our blessings go with you

Reuniting souls wait patiently

Greeted crossings shine warm familiar voices

Each Breath


Slowly inhale our love as we surround you

Filling your lungs with family

Long exhales, releasing fear and anxiety

Creating space for another breath of us, of life

Eyes closed, breathe, calm your nerves

We are here, by your side always

Unexpected Loss

Scattered crossroads do not always meet at 90 degrees

The intersection between two, a near miss, caught by surprise

A sparrow’s call blends with clouds, watching overhead, adrift

Absent voices color clear canvases, waiting for the wind to dry

Will they return, other than inside my head, wanting a reply

Searching for Clarity’s Signal

A string of words and awkward pauses around my neck, dangles

Waves wash ashore erasing verses not left by me

Followed pathways lead to nowhere, at a standstill, I pause

The density of silence suspends me in midair, motionless, at bay

And I wait, not knowing for what or why, nor who or when

Only searching for clarity’s signal, a lighthouse through the fog