Stenciled Boundaries

Stenciled thoughts

Leave little room to go astray

Wandering not encouraged

Standing at the boundary wondering what could have been

Run Its Course

With a turn of the spigot

Gravity departs for uncommon ground

The sound of coffee cups emptying upward fills the air

Ears searching for the presence of my father’s hand

Only find rolled up blueprints bound by disintegrating bands

Yesterday has run its course, old arguments fade

The anticipation of freedom running marrow deep

Parting ways, an escape to blow in the wind

The sum of all fears left a day behind

Courage to mouth the words out loud, finding my voice

It’s time

Runaway Canyons, After and Before

The noise of time

A windfall of the bright sun

A coincidence of a last wave

Hunting for the moon’s glow during long summer days


The space between collected leaves

Mark tales of light unwritten in notebooks

Maps that chronicle forgotten roads

Thaw quiet lessons of the history of things not carried

As the bells next door chime in different colors


The sea of possibilities beyond sympathy’s fields

Singing carols of runaway canyons alternate between after and before

Rivers frame scarlet pearls from apparitions of winds spoken in French

Tread lightly among vanishing sycamores groves, I go